Todos os capítulos de Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

MINA I wasn’t going to give him an opportunity to see my face. I was certain he couldn’t see me yet. The cloak covered almost all of my face, shadows swallowing everything except maybe the tip of my nose. Along with that, there was no way he could link me to last night’s mortifying encounter at the hot spring. I stood quickly and stepped far, far away from him. The man then pushed himself up with a tired groan just as Calista began shrieking.“My shoes! My dress! My mirror!”Her belongings were scattered across the ground. People turned to look, embarrassed for her. I crouched down immediately and began gathering whatever had fallen near me just to stop her whining, but she didn’t stop.Until she did.Abruptly.I didn’t need to look up to know why.It was painfully obvious.She saw his face.She liked what she saw.He was tall, broad-shouldered, hair messy from running, with strong, defined features that were more impressive in daylight. Even bruised with exhaustion, he looked like

ELIAS I watched her leave the kitchen with hurried steps, her cloak brushing against the doorframe as she slipped into the back of the house. She didn’t look back. Meanwhile, this Calista girl was still pressed far too close to me, rubbing my arm like she was trying to polish it to a shine.I glanced at her hand, then back at the food in front of me.It was good. That surprised exclamation earlier wasn’t some polite reaction. I genuinely hadn’t eaten anything like this. Or maybe my mom was just a really bad cook. Even with scarce ingredients, she managed to make it taste warm and filling. Someone who cooked like that didn’t fit the version that Calista was trying to paint.I speared another piece of meat, chewing slowly as my mind drifted back to earlier that morning.I had been doing my usual rounds around Montrose—checking whether the new rebuilding plans were being followed, confirming guard rotations, helping redirect civilians who still panicked at any loud noise—when a group

MINA With the downfall of the Roses came the scramble for structure and for someone to lead our nation forward. Elias had stepped in as the interim figure. He had become quite popular all throughout the country, and honestly, he was being treated better than the artists who were once popular. He had more fans, too, with Calista being the most enthusiastic of them all. However, even with his popularity and with him managing things from the outside, Montrose still needed its own leader. So, a snap emergency election was announced. Campaigns exploded instantly. Posters were slapped on every wall. Rallies were formed in every district. Elias and his team were leading the entire process, making sure that everything was in order. The people in Montrose seemed to trust him to uphold the task. I didn’t complain about it because, blessedly, I had not seen him for a considerable amount of time. Although I heard his voice over the television every night and saw his face plastered around the

MINAAiden Knight had just been announced as the new leader of Montrose, causing the house to fill with cheers. “Finally,” Corvin muttered under his breath, leaning back casually on the new couch. Meanwhile, I was kneeling on the floor, ironing one of Calista’s dresses while the others huddled around the television. Rowena leaned forward, squinting at the screen as the cameras focused on Aiden, who offered a brief, charming wave to the crowd.“He’s not bad at all,” she remarked, elbowing Calista playfully. “He looks noble and has a fantastic jawline.” “Hmm,” Calista agreed, nodding eagerly in response. However, the moment the broadcast cut to Elias, standing tall among his battalion, his armor glinting in the light, Rowena clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Aiden Knight is good,” she corrected herself, “but Elias Rue is the best.” Calista nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with admiration. “He’s got more money, too. With Fenra’s Elite blood, he has it all. If we’re rank

MINA “Relax,” he muttered, his hand gripping my waist tighter.My entire body jolted.How was I supposed to relax when Elias Rue had his hand on my waist like he owned the right to touch me in the first place?My breath hitched. I wanted to shove him away and walk so far from him that even rumors couldn’t catch up. However, pushing him now, in front of this many people, would only create more attention and eyes burning into my skin.Elias knew that and used it to his advantage. He guided me through the rhythm, infuriatingly confident. It was a huge contrast to my stiff limbs. “You haven’t done this before, have you?” he asked in a teasing tone. “Why are you doing this?” I snapped back.“Haven’t I answered your question already?” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under his breath. “I’m dancing. Everyone is having a good time. You should relax more.” His hand pressed lightly against my waist, coaxing me a step to the right. “Here, I’ll guide you.”Guide me?I didn’t want to be guided.