Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 32 – Judgement Day

“For the powerful, crimes are those that others commit.“–Noam Chomsky

Third Person POV

Water is to oil as confidence is to anxiety.

And Kiya has been feeling nothing but anxiety.

She sits at her vanity mirror, gazing at her reflection while psyching herself up about this fateful day- Tristan’s last day on earth. And the first day of healing from her childhood assaults.

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“I can do this.” Kiya mentally chants. Despite her attempts to fill herself with confidence, her anxiety proved to be a festering disease consuming her body.

Unwillingly, tears fell from her cocoa–colored orbs as her shaky hand tried to wipe them away in vain. Executions are made publicly, meaning this will be the first time all of Zircon Moon will surround Kiya. Children won’t witness the event. That was the only saving grace that warmed her heart.

The last time the pack gathered in crowds was her first escape attempt at fourteen. Dragged back and beaten by Jonathan Prince, he made Kiya a slave. Today, she felt she unknowingly brought attention to herself again. She became the talk of the town because of her arrival, but that she brushed off.

This is a different circumstance she felt ill–prepared for.

Everyone will know the truth about how far and dark her abuse went. But many questions buzzed in her mind. as she thought about their reactions.

Would they care?

Would they be ashamed of their ignorance?

Would they beg for forgiveness?

“Goddess, I can’t do this.” She murmured tearfully, burying her head in her hands. There’s more to today than facing her rapist. Giving Neron’s proposal some thought, Kiya was the one to kill Tristan. By her hand, she’ll send him to Moon Goddess Selene for final judgment.

The finality of her decision didn’t sit right with her.

“You can always back out, Kiya,” Artemis spoke. “You don’t have to go through with this.”

“If I do, I can finally stop hiding and start living. Once Tristan dies, my future will open up to infinite possibilities.”

“That’s true. However, can you cope with the fact you took a life? Tristan is going to die today, either by your hand or someone else. His fate is sealed. However, I sense a lot of your doubt. You don’t have to put yourself through more hardship to prove your strength.”

A killer is a horrific title to carry. She knew the weighty consequences of her decision. And Tristan doesn’t deserve mercy. However, can she carry that burden? Will there be a burden to carry?

She’s conflicted.

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warmer presences. Jacqueline wasted no time drawing Kiya into a tight embrace, allowing her to inhale her sweet

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okay, Little Bit.” She whispers

surrounded by the people she loves deeply is a

coming to him,” Sapphire remarked bitterly, crossing her arms. “At least a rapist will finally get

world, things work differently.” Galen chuckled. “Have you

“With a silver blade dipped in wolfsbane. A painful

you’re okay with killing him, Kiki?” Abigail sat on my bed, smoothening out her black skirt. “You’re a naturally good person. To take a life weighs on your conscience. Even if it is the life of a

of it as cleaning up a

appreciate it, guys. But I’m okay. I can handle it.” Kiya insisted, wiping the last of my tears. “Thank you for thinking of me, but I have to do it. I need to move on from this. Tristan dying is the only way I can have peace of mind.”

window, signaling that the time of the execution is close. Patting her thighs once, Kiya rose to her feet after leaving the Beta’s embrace

Her sensitive hearing picked up four separate but racing heartbeats. Their own emotions are running as high as hers. Selene blessed her with amazing, lifelong friends. Without them, Kiya was certain she wouldn’t

an arm around Kiya’s shoulders as they traversed down the stairs. As pack members passed by, Kiya felt many eyes lingering on her. Many of them unpleasant. Reciting her mantra of confidence,

is not

Kiya

I walked to the center of the lawn where the enormous crowd was steadily growing, my breath

hidden beyond the

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It’s something I want to forget–something I wish I could carve out from my

front row seats. I look around to see many familiar faces within the crowd, including some pup trainees who advanced under Kwame’s care. Distastefully, I see my

and his face looks even more messed up than when

blood too, with the way his good eye glares daggers into my soul. Sensing my anxiety, Abigail rested a comforting hand on my shoulder and Sapphire grabbed my free hand. Galen stood directly behind to shield me from passing

and commotion erupted around us, many wondering why someone as good as this stupid guard is looking the way he is and why he’s being executed. I scoffed. If only they knew just how their ignorance allowed this monster to

Behind them were their mates, Raina and Lorelai, whose pregnant belly became noticeable. The Alpha’s eyes were hard. Dominance and fury perfused through his pores like strong cologne, enveloping

much to be said. I can feel his regret. Even Raina’s, who stood next to her confused parents. My phone beeped, the

today. Executions are rare, but this one is special. While it has been some time since this heinous crime was committed, it should not and cannot be pardoned. None of us are above the law–not me as your Alpha, your Beta, and Gamma, or even yourselves. When you commit a

Moon, this may come as a surprise to you. For those who lived

even me. “I wasn’t made aware of this crime until a couple of

eyes are on me again and I wanted to hide from the attention. My friends gave me their words of encouragement through mind–link,

scared.

Female Raina as a witness. Today, he’ll be executed for harming my mate in the wickedest way possible.” Neron took a

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needed to. Huffing out my anxiety, I emerged from my safety net into the scorching air of intensity. Neron drew me into a protective embrace, similar to what Jackie did. Despite his rage, the 02:19 of his dedication was there. This is where I

lend me some

when I was fifteen,” I admitted. “It stopped

me. He stole my innocence and my bodily autonomy for years. No one came to help me. I doubt anyone cared enough to stop him if knowledge of his crimes came

see Ashley with a hand over her mouth crying and Steven looking away in horror and shame. Tristan’s good eye glinted

out in the open, never again a