Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 21 – The Sacred Book

“The best secrets are the most twisted.“–Sara Shepard

Kiya

“We’re going to put a stop to this, Kiki. I promise.”

The distance between my friend and me is less than an inch, but her voice sounded like it was miles away. It garbles and jumbles like a faulty telephone connection. None of her words registered; it kicked them out as the recent exposé ricochets around my mind.

I’m marked like a dog urinating on its favorite tree.

I’m not an object, yet I’m treated like one. I don’t know what Osiris has planned and the possibilities alarm me. That malevolent being is cloaked in a cloud of mystery–hovering about, laying cryptic messages for me to decipher. Despite a protection barrier cast over the territory, Osiris still has a chance of slipping through.

But he isn’t the only adversary that needs to be dealt with.

There’s Odessa the surly traitor and Jonathan the petulant psychopath. Two enemies that couldn’t be any more alike, yet so drastically different. One wants me dead, and the other wants me obedient. Both are going to catch these fists in their jaws.

Bubble and boil. Trouble and toil. Once again, my anger rises to the occasion. Flowing through me like hot lava, it sizzles and steams in my veins. It dances across my nerve endings, building tempo and speed the more. it gathers. The hatred of how my life has become is tangible enough for me to hug, sinking into my soul.

How hard is it for me to get some f*cking happiness?

“I know,” I growl softly. “I rather it be sooner than later. I’m dealing with so much shit and it’s a wonder why I haven’t lost my mind yet.”

“You’re a formidable woman, Kiya.”

“Well, sometimes I’m tired of being strong.” I vent, rubbing my temples as pressure builds up in my head. “I deserve a f*cking break! Odessa is on my a*s twenty–four–seven because she’s convinced that I stole Neron away when I didn’t want the man in the first place, Jonathan is forcing me to accept Neron as my mate and to shut up and make babies, and now Osiris has marked me for who–the–hell–knows–what! Why can’t I just lie in my bed and eat pie?!”

“You did that once. You ate four pies in a row.”

“One time I ate seven, but the flavor was Boston Crème Pie and it was delicious! No regrets.” I giggle at the recollection of when Mom came into my room and chastised me for consuming all that sugar. Her words fell on deaf ears because I promptly passed into a pie coma minutes after.

Mom banned me from eating pies for a full month.

Phoebe smiles. Her hand gently brushed against my curls with her magic fingers sinking into my scalp. I’m a stickler about who I let touch my hair, but her gentleness is always welcome. “You out of us all know how life refuses to be merciful. No matter how much we beg or pray, it throws us into more turmoil. I’m not saying

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the trauma you went through, you’re strong because it’s ingrained in your character and

Her fingers sunk me into deep serenity. A purr escaped my lips as my head rests on her shoulder.

as you answer

up in curiosity. “Go

“You sai

you to mate with his son. Do you know

I shrug nonchalantly. Jonathan’s reasons aren’t and will never be enough to convince me to accept his son as my destined partner. No way, no how. “I don’t know how much truth there

“Hmm.”

struck me. Holy shit, how could I forget about that? Leaping off my bed like a kangaroo, I scamper to my closet and began throwing my clothes every which way to

for the first time played like a movie reel. It was a fascinating read, but

as

me, being an avatar is overwhelming. No matter the god or goddess they represent, there’s always the element of danger. We have to remain cautious and our powers can

supreme.

All I ever wanted was

hand Phoebe the book. Purple eyes widened with amazement and curiosity. Her nimble fingers gently caressed the brown leather cover before maneuvering to the silver lock. She flipped the book over to be met with disappointment

intense. Dare I say that it’s beautiful, But, there’s an element of mystery. It appears to

think.” I picked up a needle from my vanity and pricked a finger until a decent–sized drop of blood came out. Pressing

–

you read it?”

before the craziness settled in. I, kind of, forgot about it.

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time and this would have made

the pages as if she’s alone in my room. Her mind took in the new information, processed it, and stored it in her long–term memory. She soaked up knowledge like a sponge.

“Found anything interesting?”

and Neron mating.” Her delicate finger points to a passage several pages

known fact that white wolves are coveted for their extraordinary powers. None can deny that they are sacred and special. The first recorded white wolf was found in 3000 BCE after Selene created the

thus began the hunts. As more white wolves are born from Selene’s hand through the centuries, the danger continued to heighten

child is a solitary creature. As it is common for all wolves to have a mate, the white wolf also has one. However, because of their hunts for their powers and blood, they die willingly or unwillingly

is mated and bears children, they create a unique and powerful bloodline where their offspring possess innate powers directly passed down from them. As for their fated mate, they have a share of their power and thus become a formidable werewolf themselves. However, the mate of the white wolf

will never be on the same level of power as the white wolf, but they will be akin to a powerful king or queen. They will be stronger, faster than average, and nearly unstoppable if they wield their new powers wisely. Selene is incredibly cautious when designing the sacred partner for her treasured children, but they are not exempt from the consecrated rules of mating. If the white wolf forsakes their fated partner, no matter the circumstance, they

There has been no recording of a fully mated white wolf. If one white wolf defies all odds and successfully mates, it will change the course of

I blinked.

Phoebe blinked.

a king. To give him prosperity. To have him set