Lahat ng Kabanata ng Darkbound Mate: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

I lie there stiffly, my body frozen, my mind racing as I try to make sense of the situation. My breathing is shallow, each exhale barely audible over the pounding of my heart, which feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. My senses are on overdrive—every nerve on edge, every sound amplified, every breath between us like a weight pressing down on me. I’m hyperaware of him beside me, his warmth radiating through the thin layer of space that separates us, his scent filling the air.I tell myself to calm down, to slow my racing thoughts and stop my panicked heart from thundering in my ears. Slowly, I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, each breath slightly more controlled than the last. It helps, just a little.When my head feels a little clearer, I force myself to focus. My gaze drifts down, taking stock of myself. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize I’m in nothing but my underwear. I’m not completely naked—thank God—but that doesn’t make me feel much bett

The wind whispers through the forest, weaving through the towering trees like an ancient song. It carries with it the cool scent of earth, damp wood, and faintly sweet blooms from unseen wildflowers. Above, the sky is a vast, endless canvas of deep indigo, littered with stars that twinkle like scattered diamonds. The moon, full and radiant, bathes the forest in a luminous silver glow, its light shimmering on the canopy of leaves and illuminating the houses nestled within the great, thick trunks of the trees.Each house glows faintly where the moonlight touches the magic stones embedded in their doors, casting soft hues of blue, purple, and green into the night. The stones pulse gently, like steady heartbeats, their magic mingling with the serenity of the night.At the heart of the forest, the moon shines brightest upon the grandest of structures—a castle, carved into the largest tree of them all. The natural architecture is breathtaking, its design seamless and organic, as though the

The message stares back at me, the image burning into my eyes—a picture of myself, almost completely naked, clad in nothing but my panties. Below it, the words: We should meet up again, sugar baby.My hands tremble as I clutch the phone, and a cold sweat breaks across my skin. That pet name—sugar baby—slams into me like a freight train. My stomach twists violently. I know who sent this. One of them is back. One of the older men I swore I’d left behind, forgotten, erased. It isn’t just a message; it’s a threat.The air feels suffocating, thick and heavy. My mind churns with fragmented memories of my past—the choices I made, the things I did, the way I used to laugh about it all, brushing it off as fun, as easy money. The faces of men, much older than me, flash in my mind—predatory smiles, the way their hands lingered too long. I always thought it didn’t matter, that it wouldn’t follow me. But now, it’s back. And it’s here to destroy me.My legs feel weak as I stumble to the bed, collap

My hands tremble as I grab my bag again, rushing toward the door for the second time today. The air feels heavier now, thick with the weight of what’s about to happen. I pull the door open, only to freeze as a familiar car screeches into my driveway, moving so fast it’s like he’s being chased. My heart slams against my ribs, a cold sweat forming at the back of my neck. Fear coils tightly in my chest, but I force a smile and clutch the strap of my bag, gripping it until my fingers ache.The car door opens, and Kassian steps out, his every movement deliberate, precise. For a moment, I forget how to breathe. His cherry-blonde hair sweeps back in layered waves, the tips faintly tinted golden blonde, as if kissed by sunlight. A few loose curls fall over his forehead, framing those striking amethyst eyes, which seem darker, sharper than usual. The faint trace of eyeliner only makes them pop more.He’s dressed in black—everything from his fitted shirt to his boots hugs him like a second skin

I turn my head to the side, expecting to see Kassian in the driver’s seat, but he’s not there. Confusion tugs at me, my still-groggy mind struggling to catch up. Then, belatedly, I realize—the hand on my temple, the one that had so effortlessly erased my headache, hadn’t come from his direction.Slowly, I shift my gaze to the other side, toward the open door. The ringing in my ears finally fades, and my vision clears enough to see Kassian crouched beside me, his fingers gently massaging my temple. His expression is calm, but there’s a quiet concern in his eyes as he studies my face.“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice low, steady.Still dazed, I blink down at myself. My seatbelt is off. At some point, he must have unbuckled it. The pieces fall into place—I must have slept through the entire ride, and when I wouldn’t wake up, he decided to carry me.I shift slightly, glancing past him to take in my surroundings. The warm afternoon sun bathes everything in a golden glow, casting long,