All Chapters of Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ARDENIt was a very serious moment. Cade was nodding along to Bethany’s warnings. But despite everything, I felt the call of nature. “I’m so sorry,” I blurted, sitting up straighter. “Can I go to the restroom, please? I’ve been holding it in since... like, an hour ago.”Both of them turned to look at me.Bethany’s stern expression faltered just slightly. Cade, on the other hand, let out a soft breath of amusement and leaned in to kiss the side of my head.“Cute,” he whispered. “Go ahead.”Bethany tilted her head toward the door. “There’s one at the end of the hall. Second door on your right.”I stood up but paused, tilting my head. “Wait. You don’t have a bathroom in here?”Bethany raised a brow. “All the other singular rooms in the upper tower don’t have one. It’s only fair I also don’t have it.”That made me smile. She was just so... Bethany. Righteous and careful and strict, even with herself. That kind of self-discipline was something I had a hard time with, so I admired her even

ARDENI couldn’t stop shaking.No matter how tightly Cade held me and no matter how warm his embrace was, my body wouldn’t still. My mind kept circling back to the way Kieran’s hand gripped my face and how his lips touched mine. I wanted to vomit.My fists clenched around the fabric of his shirt. I tried to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. But it seemed like nothing helped.Why did he do it?Why did Kieran kiss me?There was a theory clawing its way through my brain—one I had tried to push away ever since I was old enough to realize that my family never really looked at me the same. That I was different from them.Maybe I wasn’t part of the family after all.Maybe I never was.But even if that was true—even if I was just some orphan they’d taken in to raise like a project, a token of goodness for their reputation—It didn’t excuse what Kieran did. It didn’t make the revulsion feel any smaller.I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself harder into Cade’s chest, needing more of him, all of hi

ARDEN “Seriously, Cade?” I muttered as he began rubbing my breasts again. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”“Can you blame me?” he replied, one of his hands finding its way to my hole. “You made me like this,” he whispered in my ears. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was already lost. He was at the point of no return. I sighed and closed my eyes. “Just one more, Cade,” I muttered. “No more after that.” That was all the word he needed before he got to work again.“Face me,” he said, helping us shift our position so I was now straddling his hips. I was hovering above him just slightly, so our pelvis wasn’t making any contact just yet. The two of us stared at each other for a while, drinking in each other’s features. Up close like this, I could tell he was also tired. What had happened in the past days hadn’t been easy for the both of us. I leaned closer and placed a kiss on the slight furrow of his brows. I was met with a soft smile that made my heart jump back into pla

ARDENLunch was surprisingly warm. We sat around the long wooden dining table, the air filled with the comforting clatter of utensils and the occasional burst of laughter. The enticing scent of roasted herbs and garlic butter wafted from the dishes Mirage and Nathan had prepared. It felt like family. Honey sat beside me, eating mashed potatoes with both hands and occasionally talking to her plate. Mirage kept offering everyone more bread rolls, while Nathan teased Cade for something he muttered under his breath. Even Bethany, who always seemed to carry a quiet tension wherever she went, wore a faint smile, her body relaxed as she cradled a cup of warm tea. It was light. In that moment, I realized how different this gathering was from every meal I’d ever had with my own family. Back home, silence loomed heavier than any meal. My parents scrutinized what I ate, how I held my fork, and whether I truly deserved to be at the table at all. Here, Cade placed a few slices of grilled chic

TESSAIt had been a week since Arden last stepped foot on campus, and I could feel her absence settling into every corner of the Academy. Things felt quieter without her. However, while I missed her, the others seemed largely unaffected. If anything, the Academy had only grown more intense in her absence. Ever since the first poll was released, and Cade’s name appeared right beneath Winters’, boasting a shocking 35%, it felt like someone had poured gasoline on a fire. Winters’ supporters doubled down. His campaign banners grew larger, his speeches louder, and the pressure more suffocating. Still, no one questioned anything. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The sudden push and the unspoken curfews placed on North-aligned students—it all felt well-planned. From my years of observing this school, I had learned that power never moves without hands discreetly guiding it from beneath the table. That morning, I left my dorm early. The sun had barely risen, and most st