Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 3

ARDEN

I let out a deep breath as I gazed at the tall gate in front of me. It was impeccably maintained, glinting as if forged from real gold. Given the sky-high tuition at Elite and the prestigious sponsors backing it, the theory didn’t seem too far-fetched.

“I’m really here.”

I clutched the single duffel bag slung over my shoulder. It was what I managed to pack before my mom shoved me out of the door. She had confiscated my phone, claiming I hadn’t paid for it. Thankfully, I had set aside some money for tuition, and despite the hundred-mile journey, I had decided to travel with my wolf to reach this place.

Just as I was about to step forward, I felt something hard slam into my back, sending me sprawling onto the ground. Fortunately, my bag cushioned my fall. I was ready to glare at the culprit when I caught sight of a tall, imposing man radiating an indescribable aura.

My mouth fell open in shock, and I struggled to find the right words.

Beside him were two women clinging to his shoulders like leeches. They didn’t bother to apologize and continued walking. Frowning, I called after them.

“Excuse me?”

They halted, giving me a once-over before scoffing. The man didn’t even turn around. I clicked my tongue, feeling irritated. They were clearly in the wrong!

“Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“How dare you?” one of the girls exclaimed.

“You were standing there like an idiot,” the other chimed in, her tone scathing.

I bit my lip, frustration bubbling up within me. Just then, the man finally turned around, and my breath caught in my throat. Now that I was standing, I could see his features more clearly.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A strong jaw. It was a dangerously attractive combination, but my annoyance at him overshadowed my appreciation for his looks.

“You… want me to apologize?” he asked slowly, striding closer.

I pursed my lips and took a step back as he approached.

“You bumped into me,” I muttered, my confidence wavering slightly under his intense gaze.

A small smirk danced on his lips. “What’s your name?” he asked, brushing aside my statement.

“I don’t think that’s relevant to this situation.”

His eyebrows arched in surprise. “Interesting,” he replied and then offered his hand.

“The name’s Rowan.”

“And you still need to apologize,” I said, crossing my arms defiantly.

He laughed—a loud, rumbling sound that echoed around us. The girls beside him shot me daggers with their glares. I frowned, unsure of what I had done to provoke such a reaction.

“Really interesting,” he murmured, then turned to leave. “Well, see you around,” he added with a wink, backing away while his hands found their way to the waists of the two women. Glancing over his shoulder, he planted a kiss on one of them, his tongue making its way into her mouth.

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