Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Bad For My Heart

Chapter 147 Bad For My Heart

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My eyes dragged over the sharp lines of his shoulders, the way his muscles caught the bathroom light. I couldn’t help it. I stared at his body.

I told myself I was just appreciating, not lusting. Appreciating. Because how could a seventeen–year–old look like this?

It was my first time seeing something like this in real life. Not in books, not in passing glances at training grounds from afar–this was here, in front of me, close enough that I could feel the faint heat radiating off his skin.

My thoughts must’ve been far too loud, because his mouth curved into the smallest smirk. Then, I heard him chuckle. The sound rolled through my chest, setting my nerves alight.

I snapped my gaze up to his face, eyes wide, my mouth opening like I could form an excuse, a reason for standing here like some kind of lovesick idiot. But before I could speak, he tilted his head slightly.

“Zaria spilled her drink on me,” he muttered.

That was when I noticed that we were quite close.

Every strand of light seemed to sharpen the way his eyes stayed on mine for just a second longer than necessary. It felt like my wolf wanted to climb out of my skin.

“Aren’t you going to move?” His voice was quiet, but it brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

My lips parted. “Sorry,” I muttered quickly, forcing my feet to shuffle sideways so he could pass.

Just like that, he moved past me, his shoulder brushing mine, close enough for the scent of his skin to invade my senses.

He didn’t look back.

I, however, couldn’t stop watching his retreating figure. When he turned the corner, I realized I’d been holding my breath.

I slammed the bathroom door shut harder than necessary, the sound echoing in the small space. My back pressed against it, my hand flying to my chest. My wolf was restless again, prowling under my skin, and I. was flushed—not the pale, tired face I’d been trying to hide all morning, but flushed like I’d been caught in the middle of something I shouldn’t want.

Oh, this was bad. This was so, so bad.

I stumbled toward the sink, turning the faucet on and splashing my face with cool water. But the cold did nothing. The redness in my cheeks refused to fade, and my heart kept thundering.

One thing was painfully clear.

Rowan Wrenmoor was bad for my heart.

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Chapter 147 Bad For My Heart

Since then, I saw him often.

Cameron was still annoying, the others still looked at me weirdly, but I’d grown accustomed to it. It was like walking around with a dull bruise–you stop flinching after a while, but it’s still there, throbbing under

Ellana was the kindest to me, which made me feel guilty for even noticing her boyfriend’s existence. But Rowan was still bad for my heart, and no matter how many times I told myself to keep my head down, I couldn’t seem to shake him off.

Over the year, there were moments–small, harmless moments–that burrowed under my

Like the time he came by to help Ellana move some things around her room. I was in the hallway, crouched over a box of tangled extension cords, when his voice drifted over. He asked me if I needed help, crouching down beside me. Our arms brushed, and my brain went blank except for the sound of my heartbeat. I mumbled that I was fine, and he gave this little smirk before standing and walking away.

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