Untouchable

Chapter 40 – Ticket To Hell 

“If you kick a lion when it is down, God help you when it gets up.“–Matshona Dhliwayo 

Odessa 

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A great tremor shook me as the reality crashed violently into me. I could no longer hold the heartbreak as I gathered my knees and hugged them to my chest in a disheveled heap. Grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears, falling down my cheeks like raging waterfalls. 

The Moon Goddess hates me. Nothing can convince me otherwise. Throughout my life, all she did was take from me. She couldn’t let me have one good thing! As a revered goddess everyone loves to bend to, she is al heartless deity. 

I’ve lost everything! And I’m sick of it! 

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Everyone else can have love, but I can’t? What’s wrong with being a little selfish? Our precious Moon Goddess couldn’t see how my heart can easily belong to two men. Damning Neron to an unlovable fate with a resistant so–called mate is cruel, and she knows I can be a better lover! And Darien wouldn’t be treated like trash as he claims; I’d love him just the same. 

And yet, both were taken from me. 

My grief over my loss suddenly bubbled into rage. Fate will not f*ck me over again. I’m not sitting by and letting this happen. 

If I can’t have love, then no one can! 

Shuffling off the dirty floor, my mind is set. I know what I must do. Damn the consequences. Fate should’ve thought of that before hurting me! Osiris may have taken away my power, but I know how to take it back. 

By eliminating the bitch responsible for this madness! I’m going to make her suffer the hell she put me in by coming here! 

If I go down, I’m taking her with me! 

Humans say that the most dangerous man in the world is a man with nothing to lose. They’ve never met a vengeful woman. 

My mind numbed out, but my feet carried on to the empty kitchen. I hear faded chatter in the distance and the shrieking of metal from the window. Lead Omega Cassandra and the other Omegas haven’t started prepping for dinner. That’s good As life went on, no one knew I’m about to stop one in its track. 

The angels must be smiling down at me because my weapon of choice glittered like their sacred halo under the golden sunlight, beckoning me closer to take it. It was hypnotic. I’m drawn into its allure. Gripping the brown wooden handle, I released the blade from the confinements of the knife block, examine the weapon meticulously. 

The stainless steel is sharp and thick, about three inches wide. Cassandra always took great care to ensure her kitchen items are clean. If this can easily slice into chicken, it can slice into the flesh of a woman who shouldn’t have cheated death.. 

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It’s perfect. Kiya, I hope you’re prepared for your date with the grim reaper. 

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Bonu 

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As I walked out of the kitchen, my eyes spotted my prey standing perfectly in her prime in the foyer. It’s like the sins of killing Tristan were cleansed from her brown flesh. And she’s having a conversation with the man who forsaken me! She continues to take my men away from me! If Osiris won’t kill her, then I will! 

It’s now or never. This is my chance to get rid of her for good! 

Without hesitation, I thrust forward to Kiya. The sharp tip lined perfectly with their target, ready to tear through fabric, flesh, and bone. Distracted by Darien, she didn’t know of her fate until it stabbed her in the 

gut. 

Literally. 

The blade buried itself to the hilt at Kiya’s side, stopping any blood flow that threatened to pour out of the wound. A beautiful sight it was, and a wonderful sound of pain that erupted from her mouth. She thought she knew pain? Not until I’m done with her. 

But before I could pull the knife out to stab her again, her hand grappled around my wrist, squeezing hard to the point she nearly dislocated my joints! 

The world froze around us, but not around her. Slowly, her head turned to glare hatred into my soul. And I swear, her boring brown flashed to scarlet red. The same shade of Osiris eyes. 

The only difference between her hatred and Darien’s is that his was born out of pain. But hers? 

I 

I never got the chance to figure it out because my world took a tumble and my scalp seared with pain. With the blade in her side, Kiya grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it with the might of a f*cking bulldozer. 

“Let’s talk.” She snarls. 

Suddenly, I’m dragged to the front door, kicking and screaming. 

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Kiya 

All I wanted was to talk to Darien. After avoiding the rapid shoe hits from my mother, he pulled me aside so we can have a conversation. Mom and Dad were not happy with him after hearing what happened between us and the others. Not to mention neglecting his duty as Delta. Dad wanted to reprimand him for his failures, but I convinced him to let us speak. 

It wasn’t his fault. 

But it doesn’t deflate the happiness in my heart to see him awoken from Odessa’s control. I wanted nothing more but to hug him, but the pain in his eyes stopped me. I couldn’t reject his chance to talk to me after so long. Now, without Odessa, Darien seems…freer? So, we began talking in the foyer after Neron gave us some privacy. 

He had a pencil and sketchbook in his hand! I’m happy that he finally got back into drawing. Neron is talented and shouldn’t waste it away. However, I wonder what he’s working on. 

That’s all that needed to happen. A chat between old friends. However, what I got instead is a knife to the 

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side, damn near at my stomach, and a deranged Odessa snarling at me. 

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Having a blade buried in me is an inconvenience. The shit hurts like a bitch. A wound like this can kill a human, and I’m forever grateful that I’m not. I won’t die from this, but it doesn’t make me any less annoyed! 

“That was surprising.” Artemis said nonchalantly. To me, it wasn’t. It was about time Odessa does something that’ll bite her in the ass. However, I don’t appreciate getting stabbed in front of my best friend! 

“I had enough of this bitch.” 

Something inside of me snapped, just like at Tristan’s execution. My surroundi 

turned scarlet red, 

enclosing my target inside a dome where only I can see her. Instantly, Artemis was pushed behind a mental 

block, leaving my mind to simmer underneath the blinding heat of malevolence. 

And it’s here where I see the hazel in Odessa’s eyes glimmer with a hint of horror. 

I cracked a smile as the sweet sense of her fear tickled my nose. Time for some more fun, it seems. 

“Let’s talk.” 

My hand reached up and grabbed a fistful of her so–called beautiful tresses, dragging the bitch out of the house like a sack of potatoes. It’s about time she paid for the bullshit she put me through. Stabbing me was the tip of the iceberg! The f*cking nerve! 

Although, the sensation of the blade moving inside me is uncomfortable. 

Throwing her onto the grass in front of me, I drew the blade out of my side, ignoring the blood 

rating my 

hip. “Stabbing me with a flimsy kitchen knife? Oh, you can do better than that, Odessa! At least make sure it’s 

made of silver.” 

“Shut the f*ck up!” She screamed. Goddess, her grating voice is the number one cause of headaches for werewolves. “You ruined everything for me! You made me lose everything!” 

“Pray tell, what the hell did I ever do to you?” I shot back. “You hated me since we were kids! You’re insufferable and delusional. If anyone is to blame, it’s yourself.” 

“No, it’s because of your damn reemergence that everything fell to shit! No matter what I do, you don’t disappear!” Odessa gripped her head like she’s going insane. Her tears didn’t move me. How much more must I hear her constant accusations that I ruined her? It’s irritating. “Neron is mine! Darien is mine! And you took them away! If only you died during that stupid pool party, I could have them both!” 

I arch an eyebrow. “The pool party?” 

Her laughter echoed throughout the front yard. It struck fear into me once upon a time, but not today. “I might as well confess everything now! Did you think Emily poisoned you? It was all me! I paid her to dose your drink with cyanide and I planted the evidence in her room! Stupid bitch took the fall for it! And Darien turning against you? It was me. Having Tristan corner you? Me too! Osiris helped a bit, but everything was my idea! Everything I did was to kill or run you out of my home, but like a cockroach, you always come back! Why the f*ck can’t you stay dead?!” 

Color me unsurprised. Phoebe was right after all; Odessa exposed herself as the traitor. I didn’t have to do at thing. 

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“Thanks to you, everyone abandoned me; my wolf, my mate, everyone! F*ck everything; I’m taking you to 

with me!” 

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00:11 

While the woman raged and damned my name to heaven and back, I thought about the shit she put me through. Including the hell, she exasperated as a teenager. For the longest, I’ve hated her. Odessa believed herself to be above others simply because she got dicked down by the Alpha. 

She held the prettiest smiles, but the darkest intent. 

She held the greatest beauty, but the ugliest heart. 

And she admitted to not just one, but two attempts on my life. 

She broke Darien’s heart and has the nerve to blame her pitfalls on me. 

My existence was an inconvenience to her. Because of her selfishness, I must relive the horrific memories of Tristan and his abuse. She led him to me and begun my unraveling. 

Odessa deserves to bleed for her sins! 

One hand gripped the knife and the other her throat. I’m shorter than her, but it doesn’t provide any disadvantages to what I’m set to do. Hazel orbs widened in fear when she gazed at my eyes once again. The fear she once put into me is present on her face. 

Beautiful. 

“I must decline your offer. You’re heading there alone.” 

With a powerful toss, Odessa’s body smashed into a tree. A sickening crack along with painful wailing echoed in the tense atmosphere. Whoops. 

“My back! You broke my back!” 

“You’ll heal.” 

Somehow, I doubt that, but I didn’t care. I want Odessa to feel every bit of pain she put me through. There’s no one to save her and no one to stop me. Pushing her broken body against the tree, I unleashed all my rage against the woman in a series of stabs. 

Unsheathe. Stab. Unsheathe. Stab. Unsheathe. Stab. 

I couldn’t stop. 

I to sto 

I didn’t want to stop. 

Even as the handle was coated with our blood, I became a mindless machine. My only programming was to stab; ensure the bitch bleeds as much as possible. No matter how loud or quiet her screaming became, the knife continued to mutilate her apricot flesh. A kitchen knife can’t kill Odessa, but I wish it did. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Sooner than later, I’m pulled away from her heavily bleeding body by two powerful pairs of arms. My knife dropped to the grass, feeding crimson into the russet soils. Red slowly faded back into the colorful scenery like wisps of disappearing smoke. 

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It was only then I realize what I’ve done. 

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Voices muffled around me like a faulty telephone connection, but the action was clear as day in front of me. Warriors gathered around Odessa to check if she’s still alive, yelling to fetch the pack nurses and working and to stop the profusion of blood guzzling out of her. Metallic perfused in the air like pungent perfume, reminding everyone of what I’ve done. 

My wound closed up, but the dull pain still ached in that area. 

I got my revenge on another tormenter. She can never hurt me again. 

If she dies, she and Tristan would make a humble abode in hell. 

I left another mark on this pack. Odessa was another victim of my rage. The worried faces of my loved ones. surrounded me with the same arms holding me tight, desperate to stop me in case I lash out again. 

Remorse didn’t bubble in me. I felt nothing. There was nothing to feel guilty about. Another slice of justice was mine for the taking. 

But I don’t think it was worth it. Why? Because the people holding me were my parents. They witnessed their baby girl viciously stab someone potentially to death. They witnessed me becoming the very monster I promised I wouldn’t become. 

I thought I was okay.. 

I thought I was strong enough. 

I’m not. Drenched in someone else’s blood with eyes that no longer glittered with the light of hope, I felt like a rapid beast sprung from their cag 

My arms weighed heavy like lead when I was released. Heavy breathing slowed and the muddled voices became clearer. Without hesitation, I turn to my mother, who held undeniable worry in her eyes. 

I wanted to cry. 

“I’m ready to go home.” 

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