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!

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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

man down. Being this close to him, I can smell his scent; identical to Titan’s. Jonathan Prince is no more, but a bastardized version of my abuser. The apple doesn’t fall far from the

than acquaintances.” I spat out. “Your old man was quite skilled at striking down those he deemed undeserving of his kindness; a talent you

a long time, you fool. Whatever high horse your

absolve him of the crimes he committed. He no longer walks the

an eyebrow as the realization hit him. He

from another. It is odd; you don’t smell like a

a

getting rid of my wolf outweighed

killed your wolf?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

to know and for you

did you attack my home?”

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 of your pack’s existence. From

grabbed the primitive man by the chin and forced him to look at

of

father, and my older brother, and he destroyed the love of my life because of his obsessive need for power. You and your son, his living descendants, carry his sins. The only way to mend that is to

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.

reason.”

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

his perfect liking. I hated him. Oh, Lord

mark, rape, and impregnate my lover?” Jonathan went mute. I got him. “Amber, an innocent soul, 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

spoke again. “I don’t believe you. My grandfather was a

to. Prince wolves are notorious 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 to Kiya. Different circumstances, yet the same action and brutality. If Kiya wasn’t your son’s destined mate, your would’ve

a sick man with

didn’t deny my accusation, which told me all I needed to know.” I continued. “I know all the terrible things you’ve done to her. A sip of her blood revealed all. The similarities couldn’t be ignored, Jonathan. You are your

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

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

you were too weak to save your mate and

riled up. He charged at me, but the chains yanked 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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to see the truth. You only care about power like your predecessors; power and reputation. Fate did the world a favor in taking away Celeste and Nuria because now your son is suffering

won’t touch

inside out, and I’ll be there to make sure he’ll never experience the joy of having her again.” Faint clicking from the distance awakened a grin on my face. “Love is the least of what you both deserve. Think about it this way; if your grandfather learned to keep his hands to himself, none

from his chest as he scowled. “Then get it over with!

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

prison doors I opened. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the unbridled hatred overflowing in Lady Sanguine’s eyes. With the hilt

her because he abruptly