All Chapters of Bound To My Protector Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The chamber pulsed with a sickly, malevolent energy, the shadows stretching like ink spilled across the floor. The stranger stood at the heart of it all, bound to a pedestal of jagged obsidian. His eyes, now burning with an eerie glow, locked onto mine. A cold, guttural voice spilled from his mouth—alien yet disturbingly familiar.“Daniel,” the voice said, low and haunting, “you’ve fought so hard to hold everything together. But deep down, you know it’s all slipping through your fingers.”The words struck like a knife. I swallowed hard, my fists clenching at my sides.“You don’t know me,” I spat, though my voice trembled slightly.A laugh echoed through the chamber, sharp and mocking. “Oh, but I do. I see into your heart, Daniel. I see the fractures in your resolve. The doubts you carry about Rigel. About your bond. About whether you are strong enough to bear the weight of what’s coming.”The mark on my arm flared, a searing pain ripping through me. I stumbled to one knee, gasping.“D

The journey to the Black Veil Mountains was grueling, the weight of impending conflict pressing down on all of us. The dense forest that marked the base of the mountains seemed alive with menace. Every shadow felt like a watching eye, every rustle of leaves like a whisper of warning.Our makeshift army—werewolves, witches, and a handful of other reluctant allies—moved as one, the air heavy with unspoken fears. Garrick led his pack at the front, his hulking figure cutting a path through the dense underbrush. Selene and her coven stayed near the rear, their quiet chants weaving protective wards around the group. Rigel and I walked side by side in the middle, an uneasy calm settling between us.The first attack came as we reached a narrow gorge, the jagged cliffs casting long shadows over the trail. Without warning, a swarm of shadow creatures descended upon us, their shrill cries splitting the air.Chaos erupted. Garrick’s pack shifted in an instant, their snarls and howls mingling with

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 compo

The battlefield had transformed into a maelstrom of chaos. Shadows writhed and lashed out like living beasts, the rogue leader’s influence bending the very fabric of reality to his will. The air crackled with raw power, thick and suffocating, as if the ancient evil’s presence consumed every breath. The fractured group stood at the edge of the ruined ritual site, battle-worn but unyielding, their resolve the only light in the encroaching darkness.Rigel, bloodied and pale but still unshaken, struggled to his feet. His once-pristine armor was scorched, pieces hanging loose, yet his eyes burned with determination. “We can’t let him finish this,” he said, his voice low but commanding. “If he succeeds, the world as we know it is gone.”Daniel rushed to Rigel’s side, steadying him. “You can barely stand,” he said, his concern cutting through the chaos. “You don’t have to—”“I’m not leaving your side,” Rigel interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. He locked eyes with Daniel, his voice so

The world isn’t just shaking—it’s unraveling.I can feel it in my bones, in the weight of the air pressing down on me. A shadow looms over the battlefield, darker than the night itself, and when I force myself to look up, my stomach drops.It’s here.The ancient evil, the true force behind everything—the prophecy, the curse, my bloodline. The rogue leader thought he was in control, but he was never more than a puppet dancing on invisible strings. And now, the real mastermind has stepped forward.The entity takes shape before me, twisting and stretching like smoke caught in an invisible storm. Its eyes burn like molten embers, deep pits of red fire that seem to see straight through me. A sickening presence radiates from it, something ancient, something patient—like it’s been waiting for this moment for centuries.A cold whisper slides through my mind, crawling into the space behind my thoughts.“Daniel… You were always meant to be mine.”My breath catches. My mark burns so hot it feels