All Chapters of Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

TESSAIt has been two days.Frankly, two days too long. I didn’t realize how I had gotten so used to his presence until now. His voice, his teasing remarks, even his silence beside me—those little things had entwined themselves into my days without me noticing. Now the room was filled with a stillness I hated, one broken only by the faint rhythm of his breathing.He really was a force to be reckoned with. Even unconscious, Rowan carried an aura that seemed to linger in the walls, in the air I breathed. My chest ached at the thought that I could lose him. I wiped him gently with a damp cloth, making sure he looked good even in sleep. I brushed his hair back from his forehead, careful not to disturb the bandage there, and I whispered things he couldn’t hear, or maybe he could—things like “stay with me” and “don’t you dare leave me again.” His heart was still beating, steady though weak, and he wasn’t poisoned. This wasn’t a curse or dark magic. This was purely a physical illness of th

TESSARowan was up and running again. He carried Calla easily in his arms, her tiny fingers tugging at his collar while she beamed proudly, showing the whole pack her prized treasure. People greeted him left and right, stopping him with wide smiles, reaching out with their gifts. Bread, baskets of fruit, more vegetables than we could eat in a week—he took them all, balancing them in his arms.His voice carried warmth, charming as he exchanged words with them, calling them by name, remembering little details about their families and their lives. Calla laughed when someone handed her a small bouquet of wildflowers. Rowan kissed the top of her head with a smile. I, too, couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He didn’t have his bandages anymore. His skin, though scarred in places, had healed remarkably well, and the lingering stiffness in his movements was almost gone. He was doing much better now, and that was the only reason I allowed him to go out. Or maybe it wasn’t just that. Maybe

TESSA “I missed you,” Arden murmured, her arm looping through mine. I looked down at her rounded belly, still stunned by how much time had passed since we had last been together. Has it been a month already? I couldn’t help it; my hand drifted to her stomach, resting there gently.“How’s the little bean?” I asked softly.Her lips curved into a smile. “We don’t know the gender yet,” she admitted. “But whatever it is, little bean is very fussy.” She sighed dramatically, then chuckled. “Sometimes I feel sorry for Cade.”I followed her gaze ahead. Cade walked with Rowan, the two of them shoulder to shoulder, though the atmosphere between them was more rigid than relaxed. Cade’s dark features contrasted heavily against Rowan’s lighter ones. They were both leaders in their own way, but seeing them together only reminded me how much history lingered between them.“You think Cade’s suffering?” I teased.“Not suffering,” Arden corrected, though her eyes softened. “But little bean kicks most

TESSA Rowan climbed on top of me quickly and pressed our lips together in a heated manner. He parted my lips with his own, his tongue coaxing into my mouth as he ran his hands down my hips, lifting up my shirt. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, fingers gripping his shoulders because letting go felt like losing myself. I could still faintly hear Arden and Cade from the other room, but Rowan quickly made sure that the last bit of my attention was focused solely on him. I moved to take off his shirt just as he tossed mine to the floor. However, he gently held onto my wrists. I frowned, and he merely chuckled. “What’s funny?” I asked. He shook his head. “Nothing,” he muttered, removing his clothes and showing his scarred and toned body. I bit my lip as I watched him move on top of me with nothing but his boxers. “I have a lot of making up to do,” he said as he pressed his body against mine once more. “You gave me so much pleasure during Arden and Cade’s wedding.” I turned m

ROWAN I woke to the warmth of her body pressed against mine. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting streaks across her skin. My eyes trailed down to the mark at the curve of her neck, my mark, and my chest bloomed with pride. It was the mark of my mistake—an unspoken history of choices that had led me down the wrong road, of failing her when she needed me most. I wished I had placed it on her in a better circumstance, but it was already there, unable to be erased from her skin. However, that also meant that it served as my reminder of what I had broken, and of what I could never afford to fuck up again.Her hair spilled across the pillow, messy and wild, but it made her look even prettier. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, parted slightly as she breathed evenly in her sleep. Her body flashed through my mind, how soft, how hot, how sweet she had been beneath me. I could still feel how she trembled and clenched around me, melting as though she’d been waiting for tha