Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 379

r 379 Talk To Him.

LUNA

“You’re going to get me killed, Luna,” Tyson muttered again, his tone dripping with dread. He wasn’t even trying to hide how

nervous he was.

He was tasked with guarding me today because Abel had gone to the United Factions‘ monthly meeting. It was the only time he wasn’t around to keep me from doing something “reckless.”

Which meant, of course, it was the perfect time to do something reckless.

Tyson rubbed his palms together again, looking like he wanted to bolt. “Why do you even want to talk to him?” he asked for what felt like the tenth time.

“You know why,” I said, keeping my tone calm but firm.

He groaned. “You keep saying that like it’s obvious.”

“Because it is.” I stopped walking and turned to face him fully. “You know Jaxon’s been giving Abel a hard time–the summons, the rumors, the letters to the Council accusing him of corruption and illegitimacy. You think I’m just going to sit and wait while they tear him down?”

Tyson’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah, I know he’s been doing all that,” he muttered. “But Abel’s handling it.”

I frowned. “Handling it? How?”

Tyson hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “He’s… ignoring most of the summons.”

My head snapped toward him. “What?”

He grimaced, already regretting saying it. “You didn’t hear it from me, okay? He’s just–he’s trying not to let it bother you. He knows how easily you worry.”

“Tyson.”

He winced at the sharpness of my voice.

I stepped closer. “You mean to tell me that my mate is being accused of treason by his own blood, and I’m supposed to sit here playing the oblivious wife while he drowns in paperwork and slander?”

Tyson raised both hands defensively. “I’m not saying it’s right! I’m just saying he didn’t want you to stress out-”

“Stress out?” I scoffed. “What’s worse, Tyson? Me being stressed, or Abel being destroyed by the very people he’s protecting?”

He groaned. “Why do humans make everything sound like it’s the end of the world?”

“Because sometimes, it is,” I said simply.

That shut him up for a moment. He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for a way out of this conversation.

I crossed my arms. “Help me then.”

1/4

“Help me talk to Jaxon.”

“You’re being suicidal,” he hissed, leaning closer as if the walls could hear us. “You can’t just talk to Jaxon! He’s not some disgruntled Alpha. He’s a walking power keg! He may kill you just to tear Abel down!”

“He won’t,” I said.

“Oh, so you’re special now?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you say that so confidently?”

“Because I am.”

Tyson looked like he wanted to slam his head against the nearest wall. “You know, most people who say things like that don’t live long enough to prove it.”

I smiled faintly. “Then I’ll just have to be the exception.”

“Luna…” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“Tyson,” I said sweetly, cutting him off. “You’re the Beta of the West. You can arrange it. A quiet meeting. No one needs to know. You’ll be there. And if it makes you feel better, I promise not to provoke him.”

His eyes darted back to mine. “You? Not provoke someone? That’s like asking a wolf not to shift.”

I tilted my head. “Is that a yes?”

He groaned again, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, “I’m going to regret this for the rest of my life.”

“Come on,” I urged, stepping closer. “You know it’s the only way. If Jaxon sees that we’re not afraid, that I’m not afraid, maybe it’ll make him think twice about attacking Abel through politics.”

He frowned, thinking. I could see the crack forming.

“Tyson,” I said softly, placing a hand on his arm. “I know you care about him. So do I. That’s why I have to do this. Let me.”

He stared at me for a long moment. My reflection glimmered in his eyes, and maybe he saw the stubborn resolve that even Abel couldn’t sway when I made up my mind.

Finally, Tyson exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping. “Fine,” he said, his tone flat with defeat. “But I’m warning you–only for a short period of time. And I’ll be there the entire time.”

I grinned. “Fine by me.”

I was standing outside the old Trevane abode. The place looked deceptively peaceful.

Tyson stood beside me. His hands were on his hips, eyes darting toward the door.

“His parents are part of the meeting,” Tyson murmured. “He’s the only one here, so it checks out.”

2/4

He swallowed hard, glancing at me like he was trying to talk me out of this again.

“Jaxon accepted right away, too,” he added. “Too quickly, if you ask me.”

“That’s fine,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “I’m not here to waste time.”

He sighed through his nose. “I’ll be staying in the living room. You scream if you’re endangered, you hear me?”

I smiled faintly. “Tyson, relax. I’m not that fragile.”

“Yeah, that’s what everyone says before things go south,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “Just… don’t make him angry.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to promise that. Then I turned toward the hallway until I stood before the double doors that led to Jaxon’s study.

I didn’t bother knocking. I didn’t plan on showing him that kind of respect.

The scent of cigarette smoke and books filled my senses.

Jaxon sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, looking as casual as ever. He had the glint in his eyes that told me he’d been expecting me.

“Well, well,” he smirked. “You wanted to come here for me, angel?”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

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