Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 70 – Prisoner of War

“And…here…we…go…”

“The Joker; The Dark Knight

Osiris

Iron and rust. What once gleamed under the flickering light eroded away from the nipping windchill, and the raining of sorrowful tears. The prisons are no place for the weak; the presence roaming the halls devours hope and spits out despair with a menacing grin akin to actual monsters. Monsters with rows of teeth and claws demanding the offering of unmarred flesh and blood.

Certainly, I’m not that type of monster. But a monster.

The jails are quiet tonight despite our new guests in its cells. Three adults snatched from their home under the conquest of vengeance. My steps echo through the dreaded atmosphere as the events tonight replayed in my mind with vigor. Just like that, I’m smiling for the thousandth time tonight! Observing the miserable pack responsible for the destruction of my life corrode in the storm of chaos was a dream come true. Death and blood mingled like lovers, stealing the breaths of man and woman alike without remorse.

And my Little Moon was their angel of death.

There was a beast inside her all along, starving for the freedom it deserved. Her fun was my form of excitement and humiliating her pitiful mate was my entertainment. The light in his eyes, fueled by determination, died with defeat after defeat. Alphas hate losing; it breaks their fragile little hearts because they’re used to being kings. Hell, they are kings.

Alas, the beat–down surely humbled Neron. He couldn’t touch me. He can’t touch me. I’m a god and he is a lowly mutt; he never stood a chance, and he knew it. And now, I have two things he cares about the most in

his world.

His father and his mate.

Too bad he’ll lose both.

I walked past the cells of Ashley and Steven Lane, chained to the wall like mutts, unconscious upon the grimy floor. Separated in distant jails, my Lady knew it will weaken their bond, therefore making their inevitable deaths painful beyond belief. Lady Sanguine did quite the number on them as their wounds are slow to heal. They begged and pleaded with her until she knocked them out with a blow to the head, sick of their whining.

I wonder what she has in store for them.

But I don’t care about those meat sacks. My eyes are on Jonathan Prince. I cannot touch Titan Prince, but I’ll do so through his grandson.

Haggard breathing echoed in response to his exhaustion as the rusted chains behind him held his slanting. body up. Auburn hair curtained his somber eyes, dark strands in harsh contrast to his paling skin. His clothing is disheveled because of the rough handling by my subordinates and partner. In all honesty, Jonathan Prince

was a sight for sore eyes!

1/5

Breaking down an Alpha is an art few can master. It doesn’t mean I won’t try.

Who is to say I can’t have a little fun myself before Lady Sanguine casts the first stone to his death?

His blues shot open when I opened his prison doors. The chains that held him captive sung a sour tune as he growled and struggled with the desire to kill me. It was hard to not laugh at his weakness, but I did. Titan’s face molded into Jonathan’s, snarling at me with heavy–duty hatred that did nothing but irritate me. I wanted to wipe his gruesome face from my mind for good.

do you know my grandfather?”

I can smell his scent; identical to Titan’s. Jonathan Prince is no more, but a

was quite skilled at

fool. Whatever high horse your riding on, it is about time you

not absolve him of the crimes he committed. He no longer walks the earth, but his legacy does. And I plan to end

an eyebrow as the realization hit him. He chuckled

Either that or you came from another. It is odd; you don’t

a full–blooded leech.”

arms. “Smelling like a dog causes more problems. The advantages of getting rid of my wolf outweighed the consequences, including the freedom from being tied down to a waste of a

your

“Yes.”

“How?”

know and for you

you attack

in once a crack in the barrier was exposed. Anger filled my veins like fire trailing spilt gasoline, threatening to explode. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Jonathan Prince. There is no way in the fiery pits of hellfire did you all deserve the endless blessings over many decades

to look at me. I wanted him to feel

of

and he destroyed the love of my life because of his obsessive need for power. You

you, nor do I care about a beast who slaughtered innocents on my land!” A vein pulsated in Jonathan’s neck, desperate for my attention. One cut with a knife and he’s done for. “Painting my grandfather to be a monster is your prerogative if you wish to continue your fantasy of getting revenge on a dead man. You proclaim him to be a monster, but I see one right before my eyes. If he allegedly killed your family and your lover, it must’ve been within good.

reason.”

a crackle, and then with pain radiating through my fists, Jonathan’s head shot back with a deep groan. I stood above him, feeling my fangs poke at my bottom lip. My hand is still curled up in the fist that socked him in the nose. Titan’s face wore like a mask over Jonathan and it refused to leave. His cackling rung through the darkness of my mind, haunting me like a ghost. It taunted at

liking. I hated him. Oh, Lord Apophis, I hated

a victim of the circumstances Titan brought her in. Only lusting after the power she had, not her beauty, and the desire to keep her as his breeder. Children of avatars are non- existent.

was reticent for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke again. “I don’t believe you. My grandfather was a good man! He wouldn’t do anything like

for deflecting responsibility. You all refuse to hold yourselves accountable for the horrors you inflict on innocent people. Titan did it to Amber, and you did it

sick man with an even sicker mind!”

I continued. “I know all the terrible things you’ve done to her. A sip of her blood revealed all.

lover. Kiya is but a surrogate for your Amber. You stole her to fulfil your twisted fantasy of having

family.” He sighed, shifting his body weight to his knees. The

because you were too weak

him back like rubber bands. His futility awakened a new power in my veins–a power over the oppressor. “You have no right to

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is a loser. Pathetic. Useless. “Your arrogance is admirable. So is your inability to see the truth. You only

won’t touch my son.”

awakened a grin on my face. “Love is the least of what you both

as he scowled. “Then get

him with a cocky grin. “Can’t have the full meal without the appetizers,

like a fish on a lure, igniting their instincts to hunt and feed. Ensnared by the scent of the monster, the hurried sound of clicking heels stopped at the prison doors I opened. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the unbridled hatred overflowing

her because