บททั้งหมดของ Bound To My Protector Mate: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The Breaking PointRigel barely had time to roll aside before another wave of shadow spears crashed into the obsidian floor where he had been lying. The force sent cracks racing across the ground, a testament to the sheer power behind the attack.But Rigel wasn’t focused on the destruction.His gaze was locked onto the person standing before him—the man he had fought for, bled for, and loved beyond reason.Daniel.Only, this wasn’t the Daniel he knew.The dark veins running along Daniel’s arms pulsed with a sinister glow, his once-kind eyes now nothing more than twin abysses of midnight. The air around him rippled with barely contained energy, as if the ancient evil itself was using Daniel’s body as a conduit for its raw, unfiltered power.“Daniel, stop!” Rigel shouted, stepping forward. “This isn’t you! You have to fight it!”Daniel tilted his head slightly, as if considering Rigel’s words. And for just a fleeting moment, something in his expression softened—but then, his lips curled

The chaos of the rogue leader’s ritual had begun to seep into every corner of the battlefield. The ground trembled with unnatural energy, and the air carried an acrid bitterness that burned the lungs with each breath. Shadows writhed and danced around us, making it nearly impossible to see beyond a few feet. Despite the danger pressing in from all sides, our group pushed forward, desperate to stop the rogue leader before the ritual could reach its devastating conclusion. We moved in unison, a makeshift family forged by necessity and strengthened through trials. But as we pressed closer to the heart of the ritual site, something began to feel… wrong. Rigel walked ahead of me, his protective presence as steady as always, but I could feel his tension radiating like a storm barely contained. Selene flanked us on the right, her sharp eyes scanning for traps, while Thorne, one of our most trusted allies, covered our left. His skill in battle had saved us more than once, and his steady co

The First BreathDaniel’s lungs burned as he gasped awake.For a moment, all he knew was the crushing weight in his chest, the cold sweat clinging to his skin, and the sharp, disorienting ache in his bones. His fingers curled instinctively against the fabric beneath him—soft, familiar. A bed. He was alive.His heart pounded erratically as he tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing he remembered was… darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness.Then—Rigel.He turned his head sharply, his pulse stabilizing the moment his eyes landed on him.Rigel sat beside the bed, arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His jaw was tight, his silver eyes scanning Daniel’s face with a mix of relief and unspoken fear.“You’re awake,” Rigel said, his voice rough but laced with something vulnerable.Daniel swallowed, his throat dry. “What… what happened?”Rigel let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. “You almost died,” he muttered. “Again.”The weight of those words

The council chamber still lingered in Daniel’s mind—the cold stares, the quiet murmur of judgment, the unshakable truth that his life was no longer his own.They had given him a chance, but it wasn’t mercy.It was a countdown.If he so much as slipped, if he gave them any reason to doubt him, they would end him.And Rigel knew it.That was why, as soon as they left the council’s domain, Rigel hadn’t let him out of his sight.Not once.Daniel could feel it—the constant watchfulness, the way Rigel’s hand would hover slightly whenever Daniel moved too fast, the tension that crackled in the air like a storm waiting to break.At first, Daniel tried to ignore it.Tried to pretend that maybe, if he just acted normal, Rigel would stop looking at him like he was one breath away from falling apart.But it was always there. The fear.Not of Daniel.For him.And somehow, that made it even worse.The Breaking Point“I’m not going to let them take you.”The words came out of nowhere—Rigel standing

The silence was worse than the screaming.Rigel’s heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out every other sound except the unnatural hum in the air. His fingers trembled as he reached toward Daniel, but something inside him screamed don’t.Daniel wasn’t standing anymore—he was floating.His body hovered several inches above the stone temple floor, arms limp at his sides, head tilted slightly upward as if something was pulling him from above.But that wasn’t the worst part.His eyes.They were glowing—but not with the familiar eerie silver of his magic.Not with the dark, insidious blackness of the ancient evil that had once claimed him.This light was different.Strange.Unrecognizable.It wasn’t just a color—it was an absence of one.Like looking into the space between stars. Endless. Hollow. Hungry.The air rippled, and the entire temple groaned, as though reality itself was struggling to contain whatever was waking inside Daniel.“Daniel.” Rigel’s voice was barely above a whisper