Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 29 – Prom Night

“How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.”–Marcus Aurelius (Content Warning: Mentions of Rape/S*xual Assault. Reader discretion is heavily advised)

Raina

No matter how long I stared at my dark ceiling, I couldn’t fall asleep. The age–old trick to tire my eyes out failed, and I’m not upset about it. After today, falling asleep seemed like a luxury. My husband’s warmth couldn’t soothe the chill in my heart.

Sapphire’s words hadn’t left my mind. They batter against my mind’s walls, beating to the tune of their vile energy, forbidding me to fall asleep.

I’m a horrible sister–a horrible human being.

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03:11

Discovering Tristan, a celebrated guard raped my little sister, my world crumbled into dust. A sledgehammer was taken, and it hit me in the chest. My baby sister was brutally violated, and she kept it secret for years. She would’ve taken it to her grave.

Sitting up in the bed Valerian and I share, I ruminate on who I was back then. I was Raina Mira Lane, the only daughter of Beta Steven Lane and Beta Female Ashley Lane. Love and attention were like sweet chocolates turning into an addiction. Everyone automatically gave respect to my friends and family. Everyone trusted that I’d carry the Beta name into greatness.

I had a perfect life. My parents loved me. I was their precious diamond; their golden child. They’d did everything to make sure I was comfortable, and I’d return the favor. Academics came easily, and I graduated with honors at 18. The choice to attend college was mine, and I decided not to go.

Valerian and I met in high school when he moved to Zircon Moon, and we became sweethearts. Not long after, we discovered we’re destined mates. We put the high school sweetheart romance trope to shame by our

Intense love.

No one could tear me down. I had the confidence of a superstar and if anyone dared to try, they’d be swiftly put in their place.

Kiya became an afterthought. Distancing myself from who we thought to be a killer was easy, especially when everyone worked together to push her away, I helped turn her from a beloved sister to a pathetic slave. At eleven years old, my awareness was immaculate, and I knew I had to cut ties with her; to protect myself and

my reputation.

As we pushed Kiya down, the pack pulled me up. My happiness and privileges came at her expense. It didn’t become long until I stopped viewing her as my sister.

So, when everyone began hurting her, I joined in. She couldn’t risk my status and love from adults alike. Our realities separated like oil and water–two different worlds left uncrossed. She lived in shambles; I lived in extravagance.

We sold Kiya out. A child. That’s something I’ll never forgive myself for. Sacrificing Kiya to maintain my standing as the perfect and well–loved daughter of Betas is a sin I’ll carry for the rest of my life. I became a selfish bitch who partied with friends and mated while she cried underneath my feet.

Chapter 29–Pran Night

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Where did my love for my sister go? Why did I choose a prim and perfect life over my baby sister? I have a happy life with my wonderful husband and my beautiful son, but what did I do to deserve it? Hot tears 03:00 dripped down my face at the thought of her suffering and what went inside the cell walls. We handed her over to a monster, and that monster took advantage of that opportunity in the sickest of ways.

Kiya’s anger against us is powerful. Crimes against her person went beyond beatings and degradation. It struck her soul and shattered to pieces. We left her to clean and carry them alone. Alone and broken, healing became her job–another burden she’s forced to carry.

I don’t deserve Kiya. None of us do. She came here to help us as a Delta, despite knowing we don’t deserve her kind graces. She preserves her smiles and laughter for the innocent children of this pack, and her anger our parting gifts,

How hasn’t she burned us to the ground yet?

is

be blissfully unaware of the weight of the atmosphere and my son is no different The bloody remains

with her eyes swollen with red. She had been crying for a

Kiya space. He took her to her room and locked himself in his office for the rest of the evening. Neither showed up for dinner. The Garnet Moon members didn’t either. Their hatred and disgust against us are warranted.

about her rape plunged us into the status of horrible motherf*ckers.

suffering. It made me sick.

of our room, as quiet as a mouse, and walked down to the kitchen. Warm milk should do the trick. If not, looks like I’m reenacting those all–nighters I pulled

the stairs to the foyer, my ears caught the sounds of faint

And crying?

caught a whiff of the person behind the door. Expecting to be alone in the kitchen with a cup of milk in my hands was one thing, but I didn’t expect Kiya to

go to her and hold her. But when I took one step into the kitchen, Kiya’s head shot up. Her eyes are

presence.” She slurred angrily, wiping her nose

my nerves. This is scarier than facing a rogue. “I wanted to see if you’re okay, Kiya. I didn’t expect to find

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Our body heat burns alcohol fast, so normal human alcohol cannot get us tipsy. So, w03:05 need special alcohol to get us

help. It’s

Depress these

my sister, beyond broken, take another swig of vodka straight from the bottle. “I don’t enjoy seeing you like this. G–give me the bottle so we can

the intensity of her stare. Her brown eyes that once held all the happiness in the world now held enough malice to incinerate me

to perfection and the gold dress hugged every curve our Moon Goddess blessed you with. You wore the zircon diamond necklace Valerian got you for your 16th birthday and you had yellow eyeshadow that turned you into

flashed in my mind abruptly.

Flashback

and excitement as I applied mascara to my long, ebony lashes. Yellow and gold shimmer decorated my eyelids and the rest of my makeup was flawless. I looked and felt like a goddess! As

It permeated through the door and the last thing I needed was to be smelling like horse

I spat. Her knees rattled as she shook under my gaze.

your I–laundry.” The slave stuttered. Rolling my eyes, I remembered it’s her nightly task to take care of

of my room. The last thing I need is to be smelling like you.” Quickly, it scampered in and gathered the large clothes hamper located beside the bathroom door. As I

on your legs and it’s getting on

in horror to find crimson rivers flowing from underneath the dress to its ankles. Wiping the blood with that pathetic excuse for a dress was fruitless. “I–I’m sorry! I didn’t

“Sure you

clicked against the floor as I walked into the bathroom and threw her one of my smallest soup

its eyes onto my dirty laundry; Its entire body shook with

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Pum Nyht

don’t care. That’s where slaves live, and you’re a

Bonu

03:02

That screech hurt my heart and chest, which only made me angrier. I shouldn’t feel anything for this thing, not after

don’t have a sister, runt.”

We both turned to see Tristan standing near the doorway. I smiled

“N–ne…!

hissed. “It thought it could convince me to let it out

narrowed onto the slave, who whimpered louder and tried to distance herself from Zircon Moon’s most trusted guard. Tristan grabbed its arm and dragged it’s out of my room. “I apologize for the inconvenience, Miss Raina.

to air out this room.”