Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 383

r 383 Override

LUNA

We were all seated in the living room, and I felt like puking again, but not because of my nausea this time. The ticking of the old clock on the wall filled the silence, mocking the dread we couldn’t put into words.

I had finished puking blood out. My throat burned raw, and I could still taste the metallic tang no matter how many times I rinsed. Tessa was currently examining me while the others just watched.

What broke my heart was the fact that Abel wasn’t near me.

He was at the corner of the room, arms crossed tightly. His eyes were red–rimmed, not from crying but from trying not to. He was biting his lip so hard that I saw blood at the corner of it.

I wanted to call him to me–to make him hold me, to make all of this stop being so terrifying–but he looked even paler than I was.

I pressed my trembling hands against my lap, pretending I didn’t notice how Tyson was pacing behind the couch, or how Rowan was standing like a silent statue near the door.

Finally, Tessa stopped assessing me. Her brows furrowed deeply with confusion.

“That’s… strange,” she muttered.

My pulse quickened. “What is?”

Tyson leaned forward. “Is she alright?”

“Usually, when the core is weak due to incompatibility, everything in the body drops. Low blood pressure. Low sugar. Low energy. Low temperature. The host starts to fade from the inside out.”

She paused. “But you seem the opposite.”

“Everything’s quite high,” she said quietly.

Abel’s head snapped up.

I nodded faintly, forcing a smile. “Aside from the dizziness and nausea, I feel fine,” I said softly. I glanced at Abel again, wanting him to look at me, to at least see that I was still here. But he didn’t move. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white.

My heart sank again.

I reached for Tessa’s hand and held it tightly. “What is it that I need to do?” I asked desperately. My voice cracked on the last word.

Tessa sighed, her fingers tightening briefly around mine before she let go. She stood and moved beside Rowan. Rowan gave her a subtle nod, encouraging her to speak.

“When I knew about your condition,” Tessa began, “I started researching everything I could find about it. I couldn’t just sit back and watch while the two of you suffered this fate.”

The firelight moved across her face, catching the tears she was trying not to let fall.

“When Rowan had business in Onyx,” she continued, glancing at him again, “another werewolf country far beyond our borders…

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he found something. A book.”

“A book?” Tyson repeated skeptically.

“Yes.” Tessa nodded. “Ancient, written before the first Elders‘ division. It had records of rare cases–wolves born under specific star alignments, those who carried unnatural core strengths. One of them…” She paused, exhaling shakily. “…was just like yours,

Luna.”

The room went utterly silent.

I didn’t understand why Tessa was stalling. She was taking such a long time to get to the point, and each second felt like it was stretching eternity between us.

I could see it on her face–she wasn’t hiding anything for suspense. No, it appeared she was afraid of saying it.

She inhaled deeply, cleared her throat, and finally spoke again.

“This happened in the early 1900s,” she began slowly, “when the first Lycan colonies began forming outside of the central territories. There was a half–Lycan, like you, Abel. His name was Gomez, and she had a human mate named Rosalyn.”

“The case was buried in the old records. Forgotten, probably intentionally. But Rowan found it in an old archive in Onyx. It’s the only other case I’ve ever read about that’s similar to your situation.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight.

Tessa looked back at me. “Rosalyn was mated to Gomez, and their bond was strong. They were the kind of love story you’d think could withstand anything. But the moment she conceived their child, her body began to reject the bond.”

I could feel Abel stiffen across the room. My hands fidgeted on my lap, fingers tightening around the edge of the couch.

“What happened to them?” I asked.

Tessa’s eyes darkened. “They tried everything, but it felt like nothing worked. The more she carried their child, the weaker she became.”

She hesitated, then added softly, “But Gomez didn’t get to see it through. He died first.”

I gasped, my heart slamming in my chest. “He died?”

Tessa nodded. “It was during the war between the Crescent Packs and the Northern Empire. He was killed on the battlefield.”

“And Rosalyn?” I managed to ask, though I was terrified of the answer.

“After his death, she became even weaker. It was recorded that she almost didn’t make it. However, she met another Alpha—a pure blooded one, and he overrode the mark.”

My breath hitched.

“She fell in love with him,” Tessa said softly. “And he marked her. His blood neutralized the incompatibility in her body.”

The room was dead silent.

“She lived,” Tessa whispered.

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It was Tyson who broke the silence first. “So what you’re saying is, the only way for Luna and the baby to survive is if she gets marked by another Alpha?”

I felt my heart tighten painfully at the suggestion.

“That would break their mate bond,” Tyson continued. “You’re asking her to destroy it.”

Tessa’s lips trembled, and she bit down on them. “I know,” she admitted, her eyes glancing toward Abel, who was still silent. “But it could be overridden again–if Luna and Abel’s bond is strong enough afterward. It’s the only solution that’s ever worked in recorded history.”

Her words were like knives in my chest.

She looked at me again. “Right now, what’s killing you, Luna, is the baby’s blood. The hybrid strain is too volatile. If it isn’t neutralized by a pureblood’s bond, it will keep corroding your system until…” She didn’t finish, but I understood.

Until I died.

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