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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it’s ingrained in your character and your spirit. No matter how dark things get, your light will shine through.”

know.” Her fingers sunk me into deep serenity. A purr escaped my lips as my head rests on her shoulder. “Please keep doing that.”

as you answer a question for me.”

up in

“You sai

is forcing you to mate with his son. Do you

enough to convince me to accept his son as my destined

“Hmm.”

thought 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

and cracking it open for the first time played like a movie reel. It was a fascinating read, but also terrifying. The desire to protect the book is strong now as it was back then. I hid this book since my

as

believes me, being an avatar is overwhelming. No matter the god or goddess they represent, there’s always the element of danger. We have to

supreme.

But it’s a burden. All I ever wanted was to be a normal werewolf. Now, I’m a supercharged werewolf who can bend moon–energy with f*ckers of all types

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

within. It’s intense. Dare I say that it’s beautiful, But, there’s an element of mystery. It appears to not have a lock nor a

needle from my vanity and pricked a finger until a decent–sized drop of blood came out. Pressing my nicked finger to the lock,

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Have you read

before the craziness settled

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and this would have

knowledge like a sponge. Back home, Phoebe is a demure

“Found anything interesting?”

Her delicate finger points to

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 first werewolves. Her name is unknown, but rumors speculate she was a beautiful maiden of the Aegean Islands desired by

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

hunts for their powers and blood, they die willingly or

their power

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

been no recording of a fully mated white wolf. If one white wolf defies all odds

I blinked.

Phoebe blinked.

with Neron to make him equal to a king. To give him prosperity. To have him set for life. He wouldn’t care less if I was unhappy. Once again, I’m