Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 67 – Lady Sanguine

“Every villian is a hero in his own mind.“– Tom Hiddleston

Lady Sanguine

“No children. No pregnant women. Do not touch the Gammas. Deviate from my rules and your lives are mine to take. Understand?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

I feel alive!

Fire simmering in my veins combusted into a raging wildfire by the pungent consternation involuting through the atmosphere. Adrenaline danced a sweet tango with the flames, and my senses heightened beyond measure. I can feel the pulsating heartbeats of the wolves as they ran for their lives. A body or magic blocked safety points across the land, effectively trapping the mutts to face the death itself. The same fear I was taught to embrace for my survival brings the wolves to their much–deserved fate.

I was sick of being the good girl; swallowing my thirst for revenge to stay on the blistering, painful path of light. Demolishing my life to pieces earned Zircon Moon the blessings that should’ve been mine. As I mourned the loss of my years to torture, they celebrated in their slice of heaven. A paradise thrived above the hell below. Benedictions galore–births, weddings, parties, celebrations–everything Zircon Moon didn’t deserve, they still got.

That wasn’t fair.

What about my life? What about my losses? I never got retribution for them and will never experience the joys and turmoil of graduating from school, having my first dumb kiss at thirteen, running to my Mom for first period advice, homecoming, prom, and so much more. At seventeen, I had to play catch–up because this pack took everything from me.

Including my innocence.

Tears of my oppression will make for storm surges of vengeance. Bathing the wicked land with blood is the only solution. All the agony, night terrors, and sadness will all come to a screeching halt once I wipe this pack from existence.

It needs to happen.

But my heart doesn’t beat to the tune of revenge and death.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

No. This beat is different. My heart throbs to the ballad of pain, drumming against my ribcage with incredible force. Why? Why is this happening?

“Kiya, stop this!” Abigail.

“Little Bit, come on! Wake up from this nightmare!” Jackie.

“You’re so much better than this! Don’t let the evil control you!” Sapphire.

“I know you’re listening, Kiki. Don’t do this, please.” Galen.

“We know you Kiki; if you do this, you’re going to regret it. Please, walk away!” Darien.

My friends. Their begs and pleas latched around my arms and waist like chains, pulling me from entering the haze of crimson retribution. Sadness dripped from their every syllable as it extinguishes the flames burning in my body. They want me back; to step back on the path of light once again. I feel the chains tighten and my head pounded with a rapidly approaching headache, enticing a whimper from my lips.

what it really is like carrying the burden I didn’t deserve. I feel their love and care. They’re

my soul and pumped my body with intense darkness. Osiris” presence looms and slithers

I turn my head to see a vicious smile on his

He’s right.

have a mission to

my abusers lying at my feet, cold and lifeless. Through the chaos created by the witches and hybrids,

I couldn’t wait to

him, but I didn’t feel an ounce of mercy for him. Cutting off his head would be fun, but I decided against it. I

his life. That’s the ultimate revenge.

crimes of the past. Our punishment is long overdue, but obliterating the pack won’t change the past. It’ll only

“And you can’t change my mind. But you and your family will live.

Lady

back to Neron. “I’ll come

of chamomile and lavender. A calming fragrance poisoned with trepidation. Images of the woman’s death flooded my mind as every predatory instinct embedded in my DNA propelled me into the invaded pack house, tracking the owner down. I ignored the showcases of chases and slaughter

corridors, I heard a panicked conversation as I blended in the

compromise your safety! You need to get to

controlling my sister; I know it! There’s no way she’d willingly become like

not up for debate. You honestly think you alone can stop her rampage? Is it worth putting your life

I

You have no idea how right your beloved mate is.

threw it toward the couple, watching the blade bury itself to the hilt in Valerian’s shoulder. Two shouts followed: one of horror and one of pain. The Beta crumbled to his knees as he gritted his teeth in feeling the effects of the blade seeping into his muscles. Raina’s hands began flailing like

groaned out.

“What the hell-

that bad. Stop acting like a fucking baby.”

warm browns when I stepped out of the shadows. ‘Good‘, I thought and smiled. Raina looked like a fish out of water, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Valerian, engulfed by his protective instincts, shot to his feet and shielded his wife with his body. My dagger is still

you, but if you harm Raina, I will

blade will continue to weaken you unless it is pulled out.

Valerian’s shoulder, hand pressed against his wound as he paled. “Can we talk, please? Don’t hurt Val; he’s

“Is he?”

Dancing and twirling, it performed a spectacle for the three of us before launching into an attack. Black smoke separated the couple and launched the big man through the hallways and down the stairs, away from us. I don’t need

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as the same shadows slinked around her wrists and ankles and pinned her against an adjacent wall. Trapped under my

“No! Val!”

saw nothing and

my soul. “He let you do all those things to me. As a mate, he should’ve stopped you. Instead, he acted as if he continued to coddle you. Valerian is as guilty

love made us blind. It made

blade, gripping the hilt like my life depended on it. “What else more can

me solve?” She

the same thing before I

flared and her skin visibly paled in horror. She must have smelled remnants of Odessa’s blood on my skin; the last pieces of her while the rest rots in the distance. My beloved sister shook

You didn’t kill her. My sister wouldn’t kill anyone…no

“You know nothing about me and still know nothing. You ruined my life and never suffered the consequences for your actions. Luckily for the both of us, that ends tonight.” I twirled a lock of her hair with

“W–what about my son? You