Untouchable Romane & Geschichten

"First, we build the nursery. I have a feeling the next generation of the Vale is going to be very busy." The sun finally broke over the highest peak, bathing the entire valley in a brilliant, golden light. The Untouchable Omega was no longer a secret. She was the sun around which a new world was beginning to turn.

"Listen here, Goofy, I am not mates with Mr. Plastic, hell I don't even know him, and while I'm flattered that my mere voice causes you to go into hysterics, I need to find my classes, so if you would just move your hero-worshipping harem along I would like to get inside, capisce?" Finally, Damon recovered his voice, and the blatant disrespect this human showed his pack could not go unchallenged. The alpha in him wouldn't allow it. "Excuse me, Miss high and mighty, a little respect would go a long way. Principal Turner asked us to wait outside, to show you around, not to open ourselves up to ridicule, get over yourself." Granted, his voice wasn't quite as authoritative as it should be, but,

“We shall wrestle for it. The winner will lead the fight against the elf. The loser will bend his knee and follow orders. Agreed?” “No, not agreed.” I was tired of having to deal with so many pointless distractions, and Jenny being pissed off was trying my patience. “What did she mean by ‘untouchable’, do you think?” I asked, hoping to move past the awkwardness. “I don’t know,” said Jenny. “Maybe it means you’re dead inside and can’t have honest feelings for other people unless it involves sex with a dwarf.” Kind of specific. Untouchable certainly didn’t refer to my emotions. I might not have been the most emotional person, but

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“Please don’t blame Vance. He hasn’t slept properly for days because he was preparing your birthday surprise tonight.” Catherine wiped at her tears and continued in a small, broken voice. “Vance is difficult to read sometimes, but he’s actually very simple once you understand him. He responds to softness, not pressure. He hates it when people touch what belongs to him, especially things he likes—” She stopped, as if realising the wording might be inappropriate, then corrected herself with a fragile smile.

Soon enough, he wouldn't have to deal with me at all. I went upstairs. After I showered, Edward slid into bed beside me. I lay on my side in the darkness, facing away from him, inching closer to the edge of the mattress to avoid his touch. Among wolves, touch was sacred—a way to strengthen the bond between mates. But our bond was a lie, and now it was shattering completely. He turned and pulled me forcefully into his arms. His anger barely contained as he dragged me from the edge of the bed and into his embrace.

Walked to what looked like a closet and came out with a T-shirt and tossed it towards me. “Wear this,” he ordered. I looked at the T-shirt and then at him. “Even if you spread your legs for every man in Whiltred, I still wouldn't touch you." He said as if to explain my questioning look. “I have no interest in touching you. A whore—that’s what Luna is for him. A whore—that’s what everyone in the Matrix thinks of me. I wish I had thrown the lamp at his head the first time I found it; may the consequences be damned.

Unbowed. Unseen for now.

I turned off the stove and fully faced her. “Anna, no one is born knowing everything,” I said gently. “You forgot some things? Fine. You’ll relearn them. That’s not shameful. What’s shameful is giving up on yourself before you even try. Do you think rich kids remember everything either? They get tutors. Extra lessons. Help. And you’ll get help too.” Her eyes dropped, and she rubbed her elbow nervously. “B-but what if I never make friends… and everyone thinks I’m weird?”