Untouchable (The Moonlight Avatar Series Collection)
Chapter 122

Chapter 33 – Am I Crazy Now? 

“God damn right, you should be scared of me.” Control‘ by Halsey 

Kiya 

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Blinking back my tears, I backed away from Tristan. Shaking my head, I handed the blade to Neron. 

Like clockwork, the crowd whispers behind me at the sudden revelation. They whisper why I’m hesitating or granting mercy. I scoffed silently. Gossip is a treasured hobby because they love to make wild assumptions. 

“I’m sorry, Neron,” I whispered shamefully, “I thought I could do it, but I can’t.” 

“It’s okay, Kiya.” A comforting smile rests on his face. He took the blade and used his free hand to smoothen my hair. He k*ssed the top of my curls, “I’ve asked too much of you in a short time. Executing someone is a hefty responsibility, and I’m glad you backed out. You stayed true to yourself. I’m proud of you.” 

Onyx growled softly in him, making his presence known to me. Standing on my moral ground awakened a dissimilar sensation. I’m proud, but I feel ashamed. The crowd expected to watch me murder my assaulter, but things changed. 

How many think I’m weak? How many haven’t changed their thinking from the dark days? Many faces in the crowd are the same faces back then. It’s been five years since my suicide and my arrival, and I foolishly hoped some had the heart to change. 

But one thing’s for certain: I can count on my friends. Zircon Moon? I’m still hesitant on trusting anyone except for the Gammas, including Neron and Raina. I’m watching for changes but I’m also watching for slipups. 

Neither has slipped up yet. 

Relieved, I can retreat to my safety net and watch the execution. Neron has the blade, so he’ll kill Tristan for 

1. me. 

“Stop this, immediately.” A voice echoed. “No crime has occurred; thus this execution is to be null and void for lack of evidence and misconduct.” 

Everyone’s heads shot to the right to see Jonathan Prince marching toward us with an older man in robes beside him. His aging face contorted in what I think to be…satisfaction? My eyes widened at his proclamation and commotion erupted again, but not as much as the anger from Neron. 

“Dad, Elder Sage, what the f*ck is this?!” Neron demanded as they cut through the crowd. “You have no right 

to stop these proceedings!” 

“I do when I recognize a gross miscarriage of justice.” Jonathan glowered at his son. “While I’m not acting as Alpha, I have senior authority. You’re preparing to execute an innocent man over wild accusations–and 

without a trial!” 

“Under his own volition. Tristan confessed to me and Raina!” Neron yelled. “He’s forfeited his right to a trial because of it. He harmed the Alpha’s mate, punishable by death! I told you last night that you won’t stop me!” 

Wait, I remember this! Last night, I was heading to my room for the evening when I heard yelling from the 

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fourth floor. Two separate voices battled out with hints of glass breaking. Werewolf senses can pick up on the smallest noises, but I couldn’t make out what they spoke about. It came from the Alpha Office, so I knew 02:11 Neron was arguing with someone. His Dad! 

“There are many errors to your declaration, Alpha Neron.” Elder Sage spoke emotionlessly. I recognize him as one of the pack elders. Every pack has one or two. Where the f*ck was he five years ago?! “No rape took place.” 

“Yes, the f*ck it did!” I screamed, marching over in disgust. “He raped me for years! How can you stand there and say it never happened?!” 

“Stop acting crazy, dumb child. By law, you can’t rape a slave.” 

Bile erupted from my mouth when Jonathan dropped that bomb. No! He cannot take this away from me! The crowd silenced, sucked into the conflict between us four. Is there a level above fury? Because Neron’s face is turning as red as fire. And given that he has a weapon in his hands, this can end badly. 

Elder Sage took out a book from his robe and flipped open to a specific page, whereas Jonathan couldn’t hide his smug smile. Neron is about to rip his head off! But he’s looking at me with a look that says, “I always win.” 

I’ll get straight to the point. Slaves are not considered whole beings. They’re property. They have no rights. normally granted to non–slaves. Rape is the forced sexual acts between two people–the perpetrator and the victim. Applying this to your context, you claim that Tristan Dudley raped you when you were a slave. You were merely an object, and one cannot rape an object. Whether or not you consented, isn’t the issue. You’ve misinterpreted your entire situation.” 

“I was a child!” My painful scream tore through my throat, shrilling through the air. “Tristan brutalized me! You cannot tell me my rapes didn’t exist because Jonathan forced me to be a slave!” 

“It’s the law.” 

“You don’t get to pick and chose what laws to follow, Dad! That law is obsolete!” Neron shouted, his fists trembling with his fury. Many pack members cowered under the might of his voice. “This is your convoluted way of getting revenge for Mom and Nuria, and you know it!” 

“No. This is my way of ensuring a friend doesn’t die.” Jonathan shrugged calmly, unfazed by his son’s anger. “And don’t act high and mighty, Neron. At the time of the alleged ‘rapes“, she wasn’t recognized as your mate. You didn’t know until your ceremony. Are you killing Tristan for her sake or to ease your guilt? Because, from the looks of it, you’re putting an innocent man on death’s door over baseless accusations of a mentally–ill woman. Like a fool blinded by love.” 

“Whoa, Jackie!” Turning behind me, I see the others restraining Jackie back from pouncing on and tearing Jonathan apart. Her eyes, formerly emerald green, are coal black. “Don’t!” 

“You can’t do this to my sister, Jonathan!” Raina shouted. 

“Please, don’t act like you’re innocent in all of this.” I knew that grating voice anywhere. Odessa, standing beside Darien, had a smile full of glee at me but soured when facing Raina, “You brutalized the stupid bitch as much as anyone else here and you call for justice? Might as well kill yourself, Raina, because you’re just as guilty.” 

“Watch your f*cking mouth, Odessa,” Raina warned. 

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“Or what? This so–called love you have now. Where was it back then? Your crazy sister is an attention whorer Abusing a slave doesn’t exist, so no one did anything wrong. She’s the abusive one! She’s hit me and 02:0 threatened me countless times, but guess you didn’t know that, huh? That’s what this pack wants as a Luna?! The slut is a liar and you’re a hypocrite!” 

Hell broke loose, Roaring, Baina tore away from her parents and tackled Odessa to the ground, savagely punching her in the face and throat. Darien tried to stop her, but because of the differences between his rank and strength, it was hard. Nothing will stop her from beating the shit out of her former best friend–not even her husband or parents, 

Pack members backed away while some tossed insults and degradation my way until Neron’s lethal glare silenced them. 

“You’re a piece of shit!” Jackie shouted in her rage, still restrained. “A sick man! I’ll tear you apart for defecating on Kiya’s name!” 

Jonathan ignored Jackie with an eye–roll, focusing back on Neron and me. “However, a crime occurred today. Because of your lies and hysteria, you almost got a man killed. And you have a history of assaulting pack members, not just Tristan. That violates the deal between your pack and mine. I should have you in the dungeons for this.” 

“Touch her and I’ll kill you.” 

I’ve never seen Jonathan’s eyes so wide. Neron caged me in his arms, pressing my face into his chest. My world crumbled. The justice I wanted is taken by the same man who ruined my life. Unlike Neron, he refuses to change. Deep down in his black heart, he still blames me for his wife and daughter’s demise. 

“You’re threatening me, son?” 

“F*ck off! You won’t hurt Kiya or take her away from me! If you so much as f*cking try, I’ll send you to hell myself!” He bellows. “Senior authority does mean torturing my mate, selfish prick!” 

“You won’t mate or end this ridiculous execution, and you dare to talk back to me? I raised an Alpha, not a weak man! You’re a failure, Neron, and you’re taking this glorious pack down with you!” 

“I’ll gladly be a failure if it meant never become someone like you!” 

My body lost all its warmth. I became so cold, not even Neron’s arms can warm me up. No matter what I do, I always get the short end of the stick. 

My eyes scan the crowd, spotting many angry faces aimed at me. It seared into my flesh, sinking deep into nerves. I’ve ruined their peace. Daggers from their eyes pierced my heart in calculated ways to cause me the most pain. 

The hinges preventing me from going insane are becoming loose. 

I’ve been called a liar and made out to be an attention–seeking whore. This pack never fails to disgust me. Why did I come out here? Why did I agree to train the pups? Above all, am I stupid for setting foot upon a land that held pain for me at every corner? 

I made a mistake. 

my 

If this was what I’m repaid for my work–repugnance, and lack of justice–I should’ve stayed my ass at home. 

Chapter 11- Am I Crazy Now! 

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“I told you.” The surrounding chaos slowly faded into silence, but the action continued like a television show on mute. I felt nothing. Instead, I could only hear a singular voice in the deafening silence. “See how quickly they turned against you? No one truly cares about you, Little Moon. All of them are little monsters waiting to hurt you again, and they did! They sided with the abusers! Didn’t I tell you the darkness will show their true selves?” 

Neron held me, but his arms did nothing to dispel the chill from Osiris‘ ghostly touch on my shoulders. How could I be blind to the truth? This was supposed to be the start of my healing! I’ve suffered enough! 

“That disgusting man, Jonathan Prince, is no better than the men before him. Vileness is an innate trait within his bloodline. Stop believing that you’ll get retribution from this hellscape. It’ll never come. Zircon Moon has been very lucky to avoid punishment for your torment. One execution won’t change them.” 

One man dies today, but many still live. Cut one head off, three more appear. That’s how everything works with Zircon. Tristan is a single man in a sea of hatred. They’ve hidden behind an outdated law that permitted my abuse. All because of a f*cking status. 

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I’ll never get justice. No one will ever be held responsible for my pain. 

I HATE IT! 

“You can do something about it, Little Moon. You can be the striking gavel of retribution. The right way no longer applies, so why not take matters into your own hands? Don’t wait for justice; take it.” 

An internal conflict emerges–a battle between right and wrong. Righteousness always prevails, right? But it’s not always fair. I’ve walked down that path–and karma still has yet to make its appearance. 

I’m done. 

I’m tired of having my pain disregarded for the sake of love and forgiveness. I’m tired of having to be the better person and hold back my anger for some nonexistent moral ground. This pack won’t suffer on their own, no matter whose in charge. 

My eyes turn to Tristan, leaning back against the bark with a broken, smug smile on his face. Jonathan will bail him out. I shouldn’t expect anything less–they’re buddies, after all. 

“Want to hear what he’s thinking?” Osiris‘ saccharine voice asked me. “I can give that to you.” 

I heard it all the vile thoughts he has about me and laments over my weakness. 

“Poor thing. Coming all this way just to lose.” 

“As if anyone would believe a f*cking whore.” 

“I wonder if she’s sweet now as she was back then. This time, I’d have some meat to hold on to.” 

I snapped. Darkness billowed into my mind in a flash, tossing me over the edge into the abyss. And it’s f*cking euphoric. 

“End his pathetic existence!” 

My surrounding world faded to pitch–blackness. Void of warmth and light. I was alone with my target illuminated in my path–bound and smirking. Freedom etches closer to him like a futile rescue effort, wanting him unbound. 

Chapter 33 – Am1 Crazy Now? 

Not today. 

With this mighty blade in my hands, his life is mine. Does Jonathan think I’m crazy? I’ll show him crazy. 

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Tristan’s smile faded as he sensed my approach, ready for his next onslaught of vile words. But he never got the chance to say them. Because the blade buried deep in his crotch expelled nothing but pathetic wheezes of pain. 

“Don’t bury your dick in places where it doesn’t belong,” I whisper sweetly, cracking a sinister smile of my own. I must look like a psychopath, but I didn’t care. This is my time to shine! 

Blood spurted on my hands and clothes; the metallic scent pushing for more exposure. 

Of all the places he touched my body, I marked on his. The thighs, legs, stomach, chest, arms, and shoulders. He touched me everywhere, so I cut him everywhere. So much blood escaped, and it was glorious. Since the blade is silver dipped with wolfbane, he isn’t healing from this. 

Everywhere I strike is symbolic. It tells a wonderful story of years of violation. Ready or not, everyone will f*cking hear me today! 

Next to be detached are his hands. “For all the times you touched me against my will.” I snap each finger along with his wrist. Then tore it off and threw them on the ground. 

“For the times I screamed for you to stop.” Tilting his head up as he gasped for pain relief, I grabbed his canines and ripped them out of their gums. Scream, motherf*cker! Off with his tongue! 

Literally. 

I was far from done. With all my avatar power, I stomped on both his feet, relishing in the sweet breakage of his bones. He’ll never run again. 

“For the times‘ everyone ignored my cries. The blade buried it in one of his ears, obliterating his hearing. I still need the other. 

Tristan couldn’t speak. Only scream like a pathetic puppy like how I once did. Now, he knows what it feels like to have no one to rescue him. 

“I’ll be the last person you’ll ever see.” I hissed darkly in his good ear before I slashed his good eye. “And I’ll be the last person you’ll ever hear. Say hello to Selene for me, motherf*cker.” 

Poor bastard choked on his blood when I buried the blade into one of his lungs. I watched in silent glee as. slumped to his cut–up knees and fell face–first to the ground, taking his last breath of life. His blood pooled around him, already spoiling. 

And for me? I feel no regret. Blood soaked and breathing, I finally felt unstoppable. Killing Tristan was only the beginning of the hell I’ll see this pack writhe under. 

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” 

Darkness finally faded; light broke through the world to reveal the lawn of Zircon Moon. Silence reigned. supreme, but I felt it. The fear. The astonishment. No one dared to utter a single word. 

Slowly turning my head, I locked eyes with Jonathan and cackled like a villain. He’s heard me loud and clear 

Chapter 33 – Am | Crazy Now? 

today. 

“Am I crazy now, Jonathan Prince?” 

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