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.

this. I wish they could take a step inside my head and see what it really is like carrying the burden I didn’t deserve. I feel their love

my body with intense darkness. Osiris” presence looms and slithers like a viper ready to strike its venom in me

fills my mind, blocking out the screaming from the wolves. I turn my head to see a vicious smile on his face. “You

He’s right.

have a mission

envisioned the bodies of my abusers lying at my feet, cold and lifeless. Through the chaos created by the witches and hybrids, my eyes locked on the targets

blood, and I couldn’t

about killing Neron first. His eyes burned into my flesh as he, somehow, could raise his head. Deep blues swam begged me to come back to him, but

lose everything before losing his

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

him with a smile. “And you can’t change my mind. But you and your family will live. You were the only ones who were kind to me, and I’ll forever be indebted.” My smile

Lady Sanguine

I turned back to Neron. “I’ll

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 around me, searching for my first victim.

corridors, I heard a panicked conversation as I blended in

You need to get

Val! Osiris is controlling my sister; I know it! There’s no way she’d willingly become like this. I

you alone can stop her rampage? Is it worth

I can’t

idea how right your

followed: one of horror and one of pain. The Beta crumbled to his knees as he gritted his teeth in feeling the

groaned out.

“What the hell-

doesn’t hurt that bad. Stop acting

water, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Valerian, engulfed by

don’t want to hurt you, but if you harm Raina,

arms under my bosom. “The effects of the wolfsbane blade will continue to weaken you unless it is pulled out. Silver is an unnatural blood thinner and judging by the blood raining down from

out of Valerian’s shoulder, hand pressed against his wound as he paled.

“Is he?”

each corner under my gracious command. Dancing and twirling, it performed a spectacle for the three of us before launching into an attack.

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

“No! Val!”

saw nothing and

let you do all those things to me. As a mate, he should’ve stopped you. Instead, he acted as if

It made me blind as I hurt you and…” Tears fell down her

help himself.” I picked up my fallen blade, gripping the hilt like my life depended on it. “What else more can you

me

Odessa said the same thing before I slit her

Her nostrils 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

wouldn’t kill anyone…no matter

height; now nose to nose with Raina, My hand shot up and grabbed her throat, squeezing her airways. “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 my knife, admiring the springy curl. “How does it feel to be the hunted in our

air. “W–what about my son? You