Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 382

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LUNA

“You’re scaring me, Luna,” Tyson said quietly as we made our way back to Abel’s house. “What did he tell you?”

I couldn’t answer. The echo of Jaxon’s voice still rang in my head–Give yourself to me, and I’ll give away the title to Abel.

I’d expected anything else. Money. Power. Influence. Maybe even some manipulative deal involving the Council or the Elders. But

not me. Never me.

Tyson’s hand shot out and caught my wrist. His touch pulled me back into the present. “Are you alright?” he asked. His brows furrowed as his gaze swept over my face. “You look a bit pale. Actually, you’ve been pale since earlier.”

I tried to shake my head, to make it all seem less alarming than it was.

“He didn’t do anything,” I muttered weakly.

Tyson didn’t look convinced. His grip tightened slightly. “That bastard did something to you, didn’t he?”

I swallowed hard and managed to tug my hand free. “No,” I said again, softer this time. “It was good.”

“Good?” Tyson echoed incredulously.

I nodded faintly, forcing a small smile as I kept walking down the path. “Yes,” I murmured. “It was good,” I repeated.

I learned quite a lot of things in our conversation.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. I didn’t blame him. Even to my own ears, it sounded ridiculous.

I looked up at the sky, and for a moment, I let myself breathe. The wind brushed my hair across my face, and I wished it could blow away everything that had just happened.

He wanted me to give up everything–to become his, as though I were some piece he could claim and rewrite into his story. And worse, he wanted me to get rid of the child.

Our child.

I pressed my hands gently against my stomach. My palms trembled.

Maybe I should just really die to protect Snow. At least then, Abel will get to keep our child and the title. If I was the one to leave, it was only at my expense. If I stayed, he would lose two things at once.

My throat burned. I shook the thought away until my vision blurred for a second.

Tyson didn’t say another word, though I could feel his eyes glance toward me every few steps.

The house finally came into view. My feet slowed when I noticed someone sitting on the staircase with his elbows resting on his

knees.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

Abel looked like he’d been sitting there for a while. His head was bowed, one hand loosely hanging over his knee.

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Tyson froze beside me.

Abel lifted his head slowly, and when his eyes met mine, I saw the fire in them.

“Uh–oh,” Tyson muttered under his breath.

He looked angry.

He looked really angry.

I couldn’t move. I didn’t even dare to breathe.

Then, Abel stood.

Each step he took toward us made my heart pound faster. I was ready for him to let all that anger I could see in his eyes explode- but instead, when he finally reached me, he just pulled me into his arms.

“Goodness, Luna.”

“Where have you been? I was going crazy.”

The warmth of his body pressed against mine, his scent wrapping around me. However, just then, his next words sent a shiver down my spine.

He sniffed softly, and his arms went rigid.

“You smell like Jaxon,” he said.

I didn’t know what to say. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with jealousy.

“Did you go to him?”

“You came back early?” I asked instead.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his gaze to Tyson, who had been standing quietly behind me, trying to look anywhere but at Abel. Then, without warning, Abel set me aside and grabbed Tyson by the collar.

“Abel!” I gasped.

“I told you to guard her!” Abel’s voice thundered, all that suppressed worry turning into fury.

“I did!” Tyson shot back, his hands raised defensively. “Your mate is too stubborn for her own good!”

I stepped forward. “Abel, stop-”

“You allowed this!” Abel snarled.

“I asked him!” I shouted, my words falling between them. However, Abel wasn’t hearing me. His grip tightened. I could see the veins in his hands and the anger burning in his eyes.

Tyson’s jaw clenched. “Why did your meeting have to end so early, huh?” he muttered bitterly.

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Abel’s eyes widened. “So you weren’t planning on telling me?”

“Abel, stop it!” I said again, tugging at his arm, but he didn’t even flinch.

Just then, I felt a pain in my stomach. It was hard and sudden, which caught me off guard. I wanted to puke again.

I pressed a hand to my lips, but it was no use.

“Luna?” Abel said, his voice changing instantly, concern flooding it.

I couldn’t answer. The urge was too strong. I turned and ran into the house, barely making it to the bathroom before it came up.

I leaned over the sink–and everything came out.

Blood splattered against the porcelain, dripping down the drain, and I could taste iron in my mouth.

My hands were shaking as I turned on the faucet and tried to wash it away. I wanted to make it disappear, then maybe he wouldn’t

see.

But of course, he did.

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