Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 132

Chapter 182 Torture For Arden

Chapter 132 Torture For Arden.

ARDEN

I didn’t think it would be this stressful.

Miss Loveson came with another announcement that we had another week off for more preparation, so fortunately, I didn’t have to go back to Elite just yet. A full week to rest, breathing, and maybe even get back to some sort of normal. Cade, on the other hand, wouldn’t be coming back with me because of his duties.

With great power truly came great responsibility. And in Cade’s case, the responsibility seemed endless. He had so much to do, and so did I. There was a mountain of work–literal piles of documents, schedules, and endless messages from people asking for help, advice, or approval.

Cade, of course, insisted he would do it all on his own. He’d given me that stubborn look of his, the one that said “you’re not touching this, Arden” in the most loving yet infuriating way possible.

Naturally, I ignored him.

So there we were, spending almost every waking hour sorting through work. We did it side by side- sometimes in comfortable silence, other times with soft music in the background. And while I didn’t mind the productivity, my body was aching. My back, my shoulders, my wrists… even my eyes felt sore from

and screens. staring at só many papers

But it wasn’t just physical tiredness that was getting to me.

We hadn’t… done it… in a while.

My wolf had been whining about it for days now, a persistent plea in the back of my mind that only grew louder whenever Cade leaned close or brushed his hand against mine. But of course, I couldn’t just say it out loud.

What was I supposed to do? Walk up to him and declare, “Hey Cade, my wolf’s losing her mind because you haven’t touched me in weeks?”

No. Absolutely not.

I could already imagine the smirk he’d give me, the teasing, the smug satisfaction of knowing I was the one begging for it.

Still… it really had been a while. My wolf was growing impatient.

So I decided–well, maybe “decided” is too strong a word–more like I convinced myself that I should prepare, just in case

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I started by taking the longest shower I’d had in weeks, scrubbing everything and everywhere like my life depended on it. I even exfoliated and shaved everywhere, which is something I only do when I‘ particularly motivated.

Then came the perfume. Not just a little spritz, but a careful mist over my pulse points, the inside of my wrists, the back of my neck.

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Chapter 132 Torture For Arden

By the time I was done, I felt ridiculous.

I mean, who does this? Who lies in wait like some lovesick maiden in a romance novel? Me, apparently

I put on a robe. A single silk robe that left little room for imagination.

Then I lay down on the bed, arranging myself in what I hoped was a casual, natural position, but was probably the most awkward attempt at looking seductive in history. My heart was thudding in my chest, and my wolf was practically pacing inside me.

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,‘ I thought. I can’t believe I’m actually lying here like some… waiting…

That’s when I heard the door.

Cade was back.

He’d left earlier to handle something urgent–one of the East territories had been flooded, and he wanted to be there in person to check on the situation. That was Cade for you.

Minutes passed, minutes that felt like hours, until I heard the water shut off. My wolf was clawing at me now, restless, urging me to get up, to go to him, to join him in the waters.

The door finally opened, and Cade stepped out in sweatpants and a loose t–shirt, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. There was something about the way droplets clung to his skin that made my breath catch-

He leaned down and kissed me–just a soft, lingering brush of his lips. Then he pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction.

Wolf howled in anticipation. This was it.

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