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.

know

leaning against it as I stared the defenseless man down. Being this close to him, I can smell his scent; identical

and I were less than acquaintances.” I spat out. “Your old man was quite skilled at striking down those he deemed

been dead for a long time, you fool. Whatever high horse your riding on,

absolve him of the crimes he committed. He no longer

as the realization hit him. He chuckled and shook his head. “You

you? Either that or you came from

just a

problems. The advantages of getting rid of my

killed your

“Yes.”

“How?”

to know and for you to never find out.”

did you attack my

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 afar, I watched it grow in number and abundance–birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, and so much more. I watched

to look at me. I wanted him to feel every drop

of

family- my mother, my 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

do with me or Neron. I don’t know 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

reason.”

fist that socked him in the

his offspring, sculpted into his perfect liking. I

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 breeder. Children of avatars are non- existent. But he was determined to make the first, even if it meant her pain.

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

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

with

things you’ve done to her. A sip of her blood revealed all. The similarities

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

his body weight to his

I accused. “You ruined her life because you were too weak to save your

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 speak of them. You know nothing! That little

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into laughter. A wolf without his mate is a loser, and Jonathan is a loser. Pathetic. Useless. “Your arrogance is admirable. So is your inability to see the truth. You only care about power like your predecessors; power and reputation. Fate did

touch my

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 of this would’ve happened. You abusing Kiya was a catalyst to

scowled. “Then get

shook a finger at him with a cocky grin. “Can’t have

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 in Lady Sanguine’s eyes. With the hilt of her blade inside her balled fist, she took her first steps inside, settling herself behind the chained

Jonathan senses her because he abruptly