Bound To My Protector Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The night when my whole life changes! Something changed the night I met him. I was just a regular guy, drifting through a predictable life, mostly without a stable job and income and also an orphan without any inheritance, until a single encounter shattered the calm and plunged me into something I couldn’t understand.It started on an ordinary evening, in the heart of the city, when a sharp wind picked up, carrying a sense of unease. The streets were nearly empty, and I was on my way home from my job as a professional sleeper. My mind was preoccupied, when I felt it—a presence. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as if someone’s gaze was digging into me.Turning, I found a man watching me from across the street, standing under the flickering glow of a streetlight. Tall and still as a shadow, his eyes locked onto mine, intense and unnervingly steady. My heart thudded hard against my ribs. He was beautiful, but there was something… otherworldly about him, a quiet power radiating f

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me.My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who lived on the fringes of our world, creatures who slipped in and out of human lives, feeding off them, binding themselves to them.One night, I stumbled on an article about a local legend: a cursed protector, a being who appeared human but was anything but. It was said he was bound to a single soul—a “

The darkness finally receded, and I gasped, pulling in a sharp breath as I stumbled forward. My protector’s arm was around my waist, holding me upright as my legs wobbled beneath me. I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings, and realized I was no longer in the city’s desolate streets.We were in a vast, underground lair, a place both eerie and majestic. Shadows danced across the stone walls, lit by soft blue flames in sconces that lined a long, narrow hallway stretching ahead. I could feel the strange hum of power in the air, something ancient and alive, tingling against my skin.“Where are we?” I asked, my voice echoing off the cavernous walls.“This is one of our sanctuaries,” he replied quietly, his eyes scanning our surroundings as though expecting a threat to materialize at any moment. “Few know of it. Fewer still can enter.”There was a tension in his posture, a sharp alertness that matched the barely concealed fear in my own heart. I didn’t feel safe here—not with him, no

The air inside the refuge felt heavy, charged with a strange energy that made my skin tingle. It was as if the walls themselves pulsed with life, whispering secrets I wasn’t meant to hear. Shadows flickered and danced along the stone corridors, cast by the dim glow of lanterns hung at uneven intervals. Rigel limped ahead of me, his injuries bandaged hastily but still bleeding through in places. He didn’t complain, though his clenched jaw and the tension in his shoulders betrayed the pain he was in. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice bouncing off the walls. "A sanctuary," Rigel said without looking back. "One of the few left." The corridor opened into a vast underground chamber, its ceiling soaring high above us and lit by a strange, glowing orb that hovered in the center. The space was bustling with activity—people moving quickly, their faces pale and strained. Some carried weapons I couldn’t name; others clutched books bound in leather so old they looked ready to crumble. I felt

The figure stepped closer, its silhouette taking form in the dim light. As it moved, shadows seemed to cling to it, curling and shifting like smoke. My heart pounded so loudly I thought it might burst. Rigel was rigid beside me, his hands glowing faintly as he prepared to fight. “Stay back,” Rigel growled, his voice low and threatening. The figure chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Oh, Rigel,” it said smoothly, the shadows receding just enough to reveal a man with sharp features, piercing silver eyes, and an unsettlingly calm demeanor. “Always so quick to bare your teeth.” “Lucian,” Rigel spat, his tone dripping with venom. Lucian. The name carried weight, even though I’d never heard it before. “And you must be Daniel,” Lucian said, his gaze shifting to me. His voice softened, almost as if he were addressing a frightened animal. “The one everyone’s been talking about.” I swallowed hard, taking a step back. “Who are you?” “Who I am is less