All Chapters of Bound To My Protector Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The wind howled outside the small cabin, shaking the fragile windows and amplifying the unease settling in my chest. Rigel was gone—he’d slipped out earlier without a word, leaving me alone with my spiraling thoughts. The past few dasy was chaotic and I kept wondering how I managed to escape alive each time.I sat on the creaky cot, staring at the faint glow of the mark on my wrist. It pulsed rhythmically, like a second heartbeat, as though mocking me with questions I still couldn’t answer. What was this bond? Why did it make me feel both tethered to Rigel and completely out of control? Voices drifted in from outside, faint but urgent. I crept to the window, careful not to disturb the fragile glass. Rigel stood in the clearing, his figure illuminated by the eerie glow of moonlight. He wasn’t alone. The second figure stepped closer, its silhouette sharp and imposing. It didn’t take long to recognize him—the rival who had appeared just days ago, filling my head with doubts and impos

The air was damp and heavy as muffled voices filtered through the walls of the dimly lit room where I sat bound to a chair. My wrists ached against the ropes, but fear was the sharper pain, gnawing at my chest as Adrian’s parting smirk replayed in my mind. He had delivered me here, to the heart of the rival faction’s lair, like a lamb to the slaughter. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped in, his face shadowed by the dim overhead bulb. His presence sent a chill down my spine—a mix of raw power and simmering malice. “Daniel,” he said smoothly, his voice like silk over steel. “Welcome. I trust your stay has been... enlightening.” “Who are you?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the pounding in my chest. “I am the one who will show you the truth,” he replied, stepping closer. His features came into focus: angular, severe, with eyes that seemed to pierce through my very soul. “Unlike your protector, I won’t hide things from you. We could have avoided this m

The journal sat heavy in my lap like it carried the weight of the world—or at least mine. Rigel was asleep on the couch, his head tipped back, exhaustion softening the sharp lines of his face. The faint glow that usually surrounded him had dimmed to a mere flicker. I couldn’t stop myself from opening the journal again, even though every instinct screamed at me to leave it alone. Each page felt like peeling back a layer of Rigel’s soul, exposing truths I wasn’t sure I was ready for. The early entries were familiar, echoing the same cryptic warnings he’d given me. But the further I read, the darker the words became. “Human bonds have always been fragile. They’re drawn to us like moths to flame, unaware that the fire will consume them. I’ve seen it happen—time and time again.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “The bond amplifies them, yes, but it also destroys them. Their bodies, their minds—they’re not meant to hold this much power. And yet they always try. Always fail.” T

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 peace of the refuge shattered in an instant. One moment, the air hummed with quiet conversations and the rustling of leaves; the next, a deafening explosion ripped through the clearing. I was thrown backward, landing hard against the packed dirt. My ears rang as the acrid scent of smoke and magic filled the air. “Daniel!” Rigel’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing as figures emerged from the smoke—familiar faces twisted with fury and determination. The rival faction. “Stay close to me,” Rigel barked, unsheathing his blade in one fluid motion. I barely had time to nod before the first attacker lunged at us. Rigel moved with a lethal grace, cutting through the enemy with brutal efficiency. But they just kept coming, their movements coordinated, their eyes locked on me. “This isn’t random,” Rigel growled, his back pressed against mine as we fended off the relentless onslaught. “They’re here for you.” What Rigel had been s