บททั้งหมดของ Bound To My Protector Mate: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

My skin is on fire.The pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—searing, relentless, as if molten metal is being etched directly into my flesh. It crawls over my mark, twisting and warping it, sending jagged streaks of black through the golden glow that once represented my bond with Rigel.I gasp, clutching my arm, but the heat spreads like poison, curling through my veins, seeping into my bones. My vision blurs at the edges, and the battlefield tilts.The ancient evil’s laughter rumbles through the air, dark and victorious.“It is done.”I hear Rigel shout my name, but it’s distant, swallowed by the thick, oppressive force pressing down on me. My knees buckle. I barely register it when strong arms catch me before I hit the ground.“Daniel! Hey—stay with me. Stay with me.”Rigel’s voice is sharp, raw with fear, but I can’t respond. My breath comes in ragged bursts as the mark continues to shift, the dark veins expanding, consuming the light.Something inside me is breaking.When

I come back to myself in pieces.Pain first—sharp, searing, and all-consuming. Then the sensation of being pinned down, a heavy weight pressing against my chest, restricting every breath. The air is thick with tension, crackling with magic. I try to move, but my body is sluggish, unresponsive.And then I see him.Rigel.He’s on top of me, holding me down with everything he has, his breathing ragged. His hands are gripping my wrists so tightly it hurts, but I barely register the pain. His expression is carved from stone, but his eyes—his eyes are filled with something raw, something close to fear.“What…?” My voice is hoarse, foreign. My throat is raw, like I’ve been screaming.Rigel doesn’t answer right away. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his hands trembling slightly as they hold me in place. I realize then—he’s afraid of me.It makes my stomach turn.I try to sit up, but his grip tightens. “Don’t,” he warns, voice dangerously low. “I don’t know if you’re still you.”C

The ambush came without warning. One moment we were trudging through the dense woods, Rigel scanning the surroundings with his usual vigilance. The next, shadows burst from every direction, their guttural growls slicing through the eerie stillness. “Stay behind me!” Rigel barked, his blade flashing as he leapt into action. But there were too many of them. Dark, sinewy figures swarmed us, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Rigel moved like a force of nature, slashing and dodging with precision, but even he was starting to falter under the sheer number of attackers. They were way too much and fast for him to handle alone. I felt some type of bitterness in my stomach as I saw him struggling with everything he had just to save me.A creature lunged at me, its claws outstretched. Panic surged through my veins as I stumbled back, my heart hammering in my chest. My mind screamed for me to run, but my body refused to obey. “No!” I shouted, throwing my hands up in a desperate attem

The battlefield is eerily quiet. The assassins who survived have vanished into the night, retreating into the shadows from which they came. Only their fallen comrades remain, some groaning in pain, others eerily still.But I barely register them.My hands are still trembling, the last remnants of power crackling at my fingertips. The raw energy I unleashed lingers beneath my skin, humming, alive.And worse—I can still feel it.That intoxicating rush.The way the darkness surged through me like it belonged there.The way it made me feel untouchable.It would be so easy to let it consume me.So easy to stop fighting it.But when I lift my gaze, the first thing I see is Rigel.He’s standing a few feet away, his body tense, his face pale beneath the blood and dirt smeared across his skin. His eyes—normally so sharp, so defiant—are filled with something I never thought I’d see directed at me.Fear.And it hits me like a dagger to the chest.“Rigel,” I whisper, my throat raw.He doesn’t mov

A Choice That Cannot Be UndoneEverything around me felt surreal, like I was caught between a nightmare and reality. The battlefield was in ruins—bodies scattered, the air thick with the acrid stench of blood and burnt magic. The distant cries of my allies barely registered. My mind was locked onto only one thing.Rigel.He was on his knees, his face pale, his body straining against the chains of dark energy that bound him. No matter how hard he fought, the magic refused to yield. I had seen Rigel endure everything—torture, war, betrayals—but never had I seen him helpless.And it was because of me.Above us, the sky churned with unnatural shadows. The ancient evil’s voice slithered through the air like a living thing, coiling around my throat, whispering its demand over and over.“Join me willingly… or watch him die.”The choice was cruel. Impossible.But there was no hesitation.“Take me instead.”The words left my lips before I could stop them, solid, unshakable.Adrian staggered fo