All Chapters of Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

All the while, she continued reciting the spell, her voice unwavering. Then, without warning, she pulled my hands away and hovered hers above my wounds. A soft, golden light pulsed between our skin. Within seconds, my palms were whole again. Not even a scar remained. Hennia finally smiled, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. "Now, we wait until the sun goes down," she said simply. The weight of the moment settled over us. There was nothing left to do but wait. We managed to choke down some food, though it tasted like nothing. The air was thick with unspoken thoughts, tension curling in the corners of the room like smoke. I sat with them, but my mind was far away. I rested my cheek against my palm, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts a tangled mess. Petra, ever observant, caught my distracted gaze. She tilted her head slightly, watching me. Then, a knowing smile played on her lips. "You have questions," she said. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

For the first time in centuries, there was order. There was structure. The chaos that had once ruled their world was replaced with discipline, with rules that even the most ruthless had no choice but to follow. But not all were bound by these laws. The Darklord himself—untouchable, unchallenged—remained indifferent. He was above the very rules that governed his creations, for he alone had created the first werewolf. And now, he is not entirely free. As long as he remained tethered to Evan’s body, he had no choice but to abide by the pact’s terms. Petra’s eyes gleamed as she finished her explanation. “Mr. Redwood can never touch you now! This ensures your safety from every werewolf.” She smiled, the weight of reassurance in her voice. “But…” she added after a pause, “the rune is temporary. It can be removed whenever you wish.” I stared down at the rune, my thumb tracing the intricate patterns carved into my skin. It was more than just protection—it was a connection, a symbol of

Jade groaned, rolling her eyes as if she wished she could erase that memory from existence. “Ughhh…” She dragged out the sound, rubbing her temples. “Look, *before* we figured out his *human* name, we used to call him something else.” The room leaned in, waiting. She hesitated, then sighed. “Malparid.” Silence. I blinked, clueless. Jade let out an awkward laugh. “It’s an insult. Not his actual name.” An awkward pause filled the space until Vega cleared her throat, breaking the tension. “Enough of that,” she said. “I’ll search for his real name in the book. Meanwhile, the rest of you need to focus on *what happens after*. We can’t just *summon* him—we need a plan, a *solid* one, to make sure we kill him *for good*.” She turned back to the ancient tome, her fingers skimming the brittle pages with careful precision. The group exchanged glances, then split off, each of us knowing what needed to be done. I moved away with Jade and Petra, my mind already spinning with th

To this day, she remains the only one who knows the whereabouts of the Hunters.The next pages were gone—ripped from the book as if someone had deliberately tried to erase the truth. My breath hitched, my chest tightening with a sickening weight. A wave of betrayal crashed over me, suffocating in its intensity. I had been deceived. The woman I had believed to be helpless, the one I had pitied, the one who unfortunately carried me—she was the very person who had placed me in danger all along. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I rubbed my chest, trying to soothe the ache twisting inside me. I clenched my jaw and, with a sharp exhale, slammed the book shut. The sound echoed in the silence, a sharp punctuation to my growing rage. My hands trembled as I pushed away from the desk, stumbling out of the room like the air itself had turned toxic. “Are you alright?” Jade’s voice cut through the fog of my thoughts. I barely registered her concern. My hand shot out, signaling for her to b

Chaos consumed the streets as people scrambled to evacuate, their fear visible in the air. The tension was suffocating, thick with the weight of uncertainty and dread. While Hennia explored the police stations, she moved from one lockup to another, her urgency mounting with every empty cell. She was relentless, shoving open heavy doors, scanning the dimly lit interiors, and barking orders at anyone who got in her way. But Dominic was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, Vega was on a mission of her own. She cornered a guard, that smug bastard who had the audacity to chuckle as he was taking Dominic away. Vega’s whip lashed out. The sharp crack echoed through the corridor, followed by a choked cry as he crumpled to his knees. “Where did they take him?” she demanded, her voice cold as steel. Another strike. The guard coughed, blood trickling from his split lip. “They said… they said they were taking him to Asco for surgery! That’s all I know, I swear! Please, let me go!” He gasped, c