Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 389

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Jaxon listens to Luna’s muffled sobs as she locks herself in a room after Abel leaves. Though he shows a pragmatic exterior, he is aware of the emotional pain that everyone eventually adapts to. Jaxon reflects on the secret house he built while in prison, a place away from his family’s mansion and its suffocating atmosphere. He recalls Abel’s visit and the agreement that brought Luna under his roof, but Luna’s crying reveals the underlying tension and unresolved emotions.

While preparing to move, Jaxon unexpectedly encounters Arden, who confronts him about the family’s false allegations against Abel and Cade. Arden reminds him that she doesn’t regret their past despite the hardships, and she believes that life isn’t over for him yet. She sees a glimmer of goodness still buried inside Jaxon, similar to what Luna seems to sense. Her words linger in Jaxon’s mind as he drives back to the family estate, where chaos awaits.

At the estate, Jaxon finds his family in turmoil—his father angry, his mother distraught, and his aunt trembling over bad news. Their accounts have been frozen, and the family is being removed from the United Factions. Jaxon calmly reveals that he withdrew complaints and gave up his claim to the title, letting Abel become the uncontested True Alpha. This decision shocks and enrages his family, especially Damon, who struggles to understand why Jaxon would simply give up.

The tension escalates when Jaxon’s father strikes him in anger, demanding that he fix the situation and restore the family’s honor. Jaxon, however, remains defiant and distant, telling them to take their grievances to Abel. Despite his mother’s pleas, Jaxon leaves the estate, slamming the door behind him. He drives away with a bitter smirk, feeling defeated and unable to even retrieve the belongings he came for, signaling a painful severance from his family and past.

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Attachment 389 Summary

Jaxon listens to Luna’s muffled sobs as she locks herself in a room after Abel leaves. Though he shows a pragmatic exterior, he is aware of the emotional pain that everyone eventually adapts to. Jaxon reflects on the secret house he built while in prison, a place away from his family’s mansion and its suffocating atmosphere. He recalls Abel’s visit and the agreement that brought Luna under his roof, but Luna’s crying reveals the underlying tension and unresolved emotions.

While preparing to move, Jaxon unexpectedly encounters Arden, who confronts him about the family’s false allegations against Abel and Cade. Arden reminds him that she doesn’t regret their past despite the hardships, and she believes that life isn’t over for him yet. She sees a glimmer of goodness still buried inside Jaxon, similar to what Luna seems to sense. Her words linger in Jaxon’s mind as he drives back to the family estate, where chaos awaits.

At the estate, Jaxon finds his family in turmoil—his father angry, his mother distraught, and his aunt trembling over bad news. Their accounts have been frozen, and the family is being removed from the United Factions. Jaxon calmly reveals that he withdrew complaints and gave up his claim to the title, letting Abel become the uncontested True Alpha. This decision shocks and enrages his family, especially Damon, who struggles to understand why Jaxon would simply give up.

The tension escalates when Jaxon’s father strikes him in anger, demanding that he fix the situation and restore the family’s honor. Jaxon, however, remains defiant and distant, telling them to take their grievances to Abel. Despite his mother’s pleas, Jaxon leaves the estate, slamming the door behind him. He drives away with a bitter smirk, feeling defeated and unable to even retrieve the belongings he came for, signaling a painful severance from his family and past.

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Chapter 389 Adios

JAXON

The sound of muffled crying seeped through the thick wooden walls.

Luna had been at it for hours now–trembling sobs left her lips that even I couldn’t tune out. I clicked my tongue, more out of habit than irritation. I wasn’t heartless, just… pragmatic.

She locked herself inside the room the moment Abel drove away. I gave her the room with the largest window, though I made sure it didn’t open. I wasn’t stupid. I had already locked everything else, too. There was no escaping this place.

“She’ll get used to it,” I muttered under my breath. Everyone does, eventually. Time had a way of dulling pain, sanding down the rough edges of emotion until only numbness remained.

I brushed off the thought and checked the list I’d written earlier that day. There were still some things I needed to bring from the old house. I had this place built while I was still in prison. Every single coin I saved went into this property. It wasn’t as big as the family mansion, but at least here, I didn’t have to eat bloody roast beef every night. No one knew about it except me, and well, Abel and Luna. I grimaced at the thought.

Abel came by a few days ago to see the place before everything commenced. We had an agreement–one that ended with Luna being here, under my roof. It was just fair after I gave up the title. However, her cries were telling me otherwise.

I sighed and grabbed my keys. It was time to head back to the main house and face my family again. I hadn’t been there since the whole mess started. I had withdrawn all of the complaints that they threw toward Abel. It was funny, how life turned out like that. One minute, you’re holding all the cards; the next, you’re the discarded joker.

I would have left Abel alone. I should have just withdrawn my own complaints, but for some reason, someone talked me into doing such things a few days ago when I just moved into this new house.

It was five days ago when I was loading my things, preparing to move. I didn’t expect anyone to find me. However, when I turned around and saw Arden standing there, I froze.

I knew she was different now. She felt even stronger than the last time I saw her.

I forced a smile, my old reflex kicking in. “How come you know I was here?”

Her gaze didn’t waver. “You always said you wanted to live in this area.”

I swallowed hard. She remembered. After all this time, she still remembered. For a moment, I thought that maybe the bond hadn’t completely disappeared. But as I stood there, watching her, I realized it wasn’t there anymore. The string that once pulled us together was gone- snapped, healed, or maybe just forgotten.

“The house is very much like you,” she said suddenly, looking around with a faint smirk.

“How so?” I asked, already regretting the question.

“Empty.”

I frowned, trying to keep my composure. “You came all this way to insult my house?”

She didn’t retaliate. Instead, she looked at me with a steady gaze.

“I know your family is behind all the other allegations concerning Abel and Cade,” she said calmly. “And I’m sure you know those allegations are wrong.”

I sighed and crossed my arms, trying to sound bored. “I don’t have control over what they do, Arden. They’ve been like that for years. You should know that better than anyone. They even insulted you

face–to–face when I revealed we were mates.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “And you didn’t fight for us.”

I turned to face her, but she wasn’t done.

“I don’t regret any of the things that happened,” she continued. “It wouldn’t have led me to Cade.”

“I believe everything happens for a reason,” she went on, “whether to teach us something or to punish us. It’s unreasonable when we’re in the middle of it, but when we look back, we realize it wasn’t as bad as we thought. We wouldn’t want to go through it again, but… it happened. And there’s no time machine in this world.”

I stayed silent.

Then she smiled–a small, sad smile that felt like closure.

“So I want you to know that it isn’t over yet, Jaxon.”

“What do you mean?”

“Life,” she said simply. “It isn’t over yet.”

She looked at me like she could still see something good buried somewhere deep inside–the

same thing Luna seemed to see.

“I just wanted to visit you to tell you that,” she whispered. Then she took a step back. “I might not forgive you, but I don’t regret the time I spent with you. You were a good man… at times. And I know you can be a good man again.”

And just like that, she left.

I stood there for a long time after she was gone, staring at the empty space she once occupied.

You can be a good man again.

I glanced at the house once as I reached the door. Luna was still crying.

Like hell, I could be.

I entered the car and began driving to the estate. All throughout the drive, Arden’s words replayed in my mind.

Me? A good man? I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. Arden really was something else.

The moment I arrived at the estate, I could already hear the chaos inside.

Screaming. Plates shattering. Someone crying in the background–probably my aunt. The smell of expensive perfume mixed with panic hit me like a wave.

Ah, I thought, stepping forward, so the circus finally started without me.

When I walked through the doors, the sight was everything I hoped for. My father stood in the middle of the grand hall, his face crimson and his suit wrinkled. My mother was on the floor, papers scattered around her like fallen leaves. My aunt clutched a letter with trembling hands, while Damon was pacing back and forth, his phone glued to his ear.

“What do you mean the accounts are frozen?!” he barked into the receiver. “Do you know who we are–hello?!”

The line must’ve died, because he threw the phone across the room. It shattered against the marble, right beside a framed family portrait–now cracked down the middle. I smirked. Nice symbolism.

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” my mother screamed, clutching the summons in her hands. “What are these letters?!”

I looked around lazily, taking in the destruction with a small grin. “Oh,” I said casually, “so you

finally got them.”

Every head turned.

For a brief, glorious moment, silence fell. Then, as though someone had hit play on a broken record, everything started again.

“JAXON!” my mother shricked, running toward me. “What did you do?! Why are we being removed from the United Factions?!”

“You were removed?” I asked, feigning surprise. “Wow. That’s a shame.”

She dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing my sleeves. “Why is Abel the uncontended True Alpha now?!” she cried. “You were supposed to have the title. Did you back down?”

“Yeah, I did,” I answered.

The room fell quiet again.

I let out a breath, shrugged. “It was getting tiring, you know? All that politics and posturing. Let Abel have it.”

“Tiring?” Damon repeated, his eyes wild. “You’re just tired?”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “Aren’t you?”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing faster. “We’re all tired, but you don’t just give it up!”

“What about the business I set up?” he exclaimed. “My permit was completely obliterated! Jaxon, they’re threatening to shut everything down!”

“And your uncle,” my aunt added shakily. “He’s in jail for prostitution now. That cannot be. We swept it under the rug. We had people and connections.”

I sighed. “You should’ve swept harder,” I muttered.

“What did you say?” my father demanded.

“I said,” I repeated, rubbing the back of my neck, “you should’ve swept harder. Look, I don’t know what you all expect from me. I made my decision.”

My mother started sobbing again. My aunt sank onto the couch.

I ran a hand through my hair. My head was pounding now. I wanted to go back to my new house. Luna’s crying was better than this.

That’s when I felt it.

A sudden sting on my cheek. My head snapped to the side.

For a second, I thought someone had thrown something. However, my father’s fist was still in the air.

I paused, tasting blood. Then slowly, almost curiously, I touched my cheek and looked back at him.

He was shaking. “You’d better fix this, young man,” he growled. “You hear me? Fix it!”

His nostrils flared. “You’ve shamed us!”

“Relax,” I said, raising both hands in mock surrender. “My hands are full. Take it up with Abel if you’ve got a problem. He’s the golden boy now.”

“Jaxon,” my mother started, but I was already walking toward the door.

“Adios,” I said over my shoulder, not even glancing back.

“JAXON, NO!”

“COME BACK HERE!”

Their voices chased after me as I stepped outside, the door slamming shut behind me.

Then, I entered the car, a bitter smirk forming on my lips.

I didn’t even get to take the things I came back for.

Conclusion

The weight of the past and the fractures within his family pressed heavily on Jaxon, yet beneath the bitterness and the chaos, a flicker of introspection began to surface. Arden’s words echoed in his mind, challenging the hardened exterior he had carefully constructed. Though the house and his heart felt empty, the possibility of redemption and change lingered quietly, hinting that even in the midst of loss and shattered ties, the chance to reclaim a part of himself was not entirely lost.

As the storm of accusations and shattered alliances raged behind him, Jaxon chose to walk away, not out of defeat but from a weary acceptance of the battles he no longer wished to fight. His departure marked not just a physical exit, but an emotional turning point—one that acknowledged the pain yet refused to be consumed by it. In this chapter of farewells and fractured bonds, the story leaves us with a poignant reminder that endings can carry the seeds of new beginnings, even when the path forward remains uncertain.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

Next chapter promises to delve deeper into the unraveling tensions within Jaxon’s fractured family, where loyalties are tested and old wounds threaten to reopen. As Jaxon distances himself from the chaos, the emotional fallout from his choices will ripple through the estate, forcing each character to confront their own desires and disappointments. The simmering conflicts hint at a brewing storm that could redefine alliances and power dynamics in unexpected ways.

Meanwhile, Jaxon’s internal struggle will take center stage, as Arden’s words linger in his mind, challenging his self-perception and hinting at a potential path toward redemption. The fragile threads connecting him to Luna and his past will be pulled taut, raising questions about whether he can reclaim the good man Arden believes he still can be. The next chapter will explore the delicate balance between resignation and hope, leaving readers eager to see if Jaxon will find the strength to face what lies ahead or succumb to the shadows of his choices.

Conclusion

Jaxon’s journey through the turmoil of family betrayal and personal sacrifice reveals the deep complexities of loyalty, pain, and the longing for peace. Despite the harshness of his father’s rejection and the collapse of his family’s status, there remains a subtle undercurrent of hope stirred by Arden’s belief in his capacity for goodness. His pragmatic acceptance of the situation, paired with the quiet sorrow of Luna’s tears, paints a portrait of a man caught between resignation and the faint possibility of healing.

The chapter closes on a note of bittersweet farewell, where Jaxon’s departure signifies both an end and a fragile new beginning. His choice to relinquish power and walk away from the chaos is not merely an act of surrender but a step toward reclaiming his own identity beyond the weight of his family’s expectations. In this moment of fractured bonds and silent reflection, the story gently reminds us that even in loss, the seeds of transformation quietly take root.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

The next chapter will draw readers further into the turbulent aftermath of Jaxon’s bold decisions, where the family estate becomes a battleground of emotions and fractured relationships. As the consequences of his withdrawal from the title ripple outward, the characters left behind must grapple with feelings of betrayal, anger, and confusion. The simmering tensions promise to ignite confrontations that could reveal hidden motives and deepen the fractures within the family, testing loyalties in ways no one anticipated.

At the same time, Jaxon’s own journey will continue to unfold with quiet intensity. Arden’s words echo in his mind, stirring something long buried beneath his hardened exterior, and the connection to Luna remains a fragile thread that may yet pull him back from the edge. This chapter will explore the delicate interplay between regret and resilience, leaving readers to wonder whether Jaxon can find redemption or if the weight of his past will keep him locked in bitterness. The emotional stakes rise as the story balances on the cusp of change, inviting readers to anticipate the choices that will shape Jaxon’s future.