Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 393

Attachment 393 Summary

Luna is overwhelmed by a sudden, intense loneliness as she struggles through a difficult childbirth alone. Despite her pain and fear, she longs for Abel, her mate, who is not present. The midwives urge her to focus on the baby, but Luna’s thoughts drift to her past—the loss of her parents and the people she loves—and to Abel, whose absence she deeply feels. She regrets having rejected the bond with Jaxon and realizes she cannot endure this ordeal without Abel.

As Luna’s condition worsens and she begins to lose consciousness, she hallucinates Abel’s presence. He appears to her vividly, offering comfort and urging her to keep fighting for their child, Snow. Their emotional exchange is filled with love, desperation, and hope, even as Luna’s strength fades. Abel’s tears and encouragement inspire her to push through the pain despite feeling unable to continue.

With Abel’s support, Luna summons her remaining strength and pushes one last time. Suddenly, the baby’s cry breaks through the chaos, signaling the birth of their daughter. Abel reacts with a mix of relief and joy, but Luna’s vision blurs, and she slips into unconsciousness. The chapter ends with Abel gently trying to rouse her as the sound of their newborn’s cry lingers, symbolizing a fragile hope amid the crisis.

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Chapter 393: Cry for Help

LUNA

A sudden wave of loneliness crashed over me, swallowing the room whole until it fragmented into distant shards. My body trembled uncontrollably, fingers gripping the sheets so tightly they burned my skin. Was this the end? The thought didn’t strike me with fear anymore—it settled like an undeniable truth, the slow folding of a final page closing on my story.

I never imagined Jaxon would abandon me here. Even though I didn’t want him near, I had sensed a change, a slight improvement in him lately.

The midwives’ voices floated around me, soft murmurs I couldn’t quite grasp. “Come on, miss, breathe… keep breathing…” Their words echoed faintly, as if coming from a faraway place I could no longer reach.

“I want my mate,” I whispered, each word a sharp ache in my throat.

“Your mate isn’t here,” one of them replied briskly. “Focus on the baby, miss. Focus.”

“Abel,” I gasped, barely able to speak. “Please… I need Abel…”

They remained silent. The dizziness grew stronger, swallowing me whole. Faces blurred into flashes—pale shapes leaning over me, pressing hands against my body, voices shouting urgently, the clatter of a metal bowl hitting the floor. Warm liquid trickled down my legs, followed by a searing pain that ripped through me, forcing a scream from my lips.

Every time I closed my eyes, fragments of my past unfolded before me. A little girl darting through a sunlit meadow, a crown of wildflowers resting on her head. My mother’s gentle voice calling after me, “Luna, don’t wander too far.” Her laughter, light and free like a summer breeze. My father standing on the porch, arms crossed, trying to look stern but failing to hide the warmth in his eyes.

That was before the fire consumed everything.

I remembered the day my mother died—how her hand went limp in mine before I could say goodbye. I heard my father’s voice crack as he told me we had to keep moving, that I couldn’t stop no matter how much it hurt. Back then, I didn’t understand what losing someone truly meant. I believed they’d come back. Deep inside, in a quiet corner of my heart that refused to grow up, I was still waiting for her return.

My thoughts drifted to Marcel. She wouldn’t get to see me become a mother. I had wanted her to meet Snow, too.

And my friends—Tessa, Arden, and even their mates—their faces flickered like ghosts through the fog. Would they know what happened to me? Would they remember me after this?

Then Abel. Just the sound of his name sent a fresh wave of pain crashing through me. I could see him so clearly in my mind.

He promised he would protect me. I knew he would have if circumstances had been different. But I was the one who refused the override. I was the one who told Jaxon to stop. I thought I could survive without the bond. I thought I could live without him.

Now, I realized I couldn’t.

My vision blurred again, and my body convulsed with agony. It felt as if my bones were shattering inside me. My heart pounded erratically, racing and slowing all at once. “Abel…” I whispered, barely audible. “I’m sorry.”

One of the midwives shouted urgently, “She’s losing too much blood!” Another pushed me down when I tried to lift my head. “Stay still!”

Everything was slipping away. My legs felt numb, my arms slack at my sides. Each breath came shallow and broken.

Maybe this was it. Maybe this was how it ended—alone in this cold, sterile room, surrounded by strangers, my daughter ripped from me before I could even hold her.

A single tear escaped from the corner of my eye, tracing a cold path down my cheek. This was really the end.

I longed to see them all one last time—my parents, Marcel, my friends… Abel. Just Abel.

His face hovered in my mind, clear and vivid, as if he stood right beside me. I could almost hear him calling my name.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, shattering the haze around me. The midwives gasped and spun toward the noise. My heart leapt, though my body remained frozen.

There he was.

Abel.

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