All Chapters of Bound To My Protector Mate: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Hunted Like PreyThey were running out of time.The moment the council declared Daniel a threat, the world turned against them.Every shadow, every alley, every whisper in the wind—it all carried danger.They weren’t just being chased.They were being hunted.Bounty hunters. Assassins. Factions that had once been allies now saw Daniel as a paycheck or a problem that needed to be erased.Daniel had fought many battles. He had faced death more times than he could count. But this?This was different.There was no war.No armies clashing on the battlefield.Just the constant, suffocating knowledge that every step forward could lead to their deaths.And yet, through it all, Rigel never let go of his hand.“We can’t keep running forever,” Rigel murmured as they hid in the ruins of an old chapel, waiting for the latest wave of hunters to pass.Daniel’s jaw clenched. “We’re not running forever.”“Then what are we doing?”Daniel exhaled. He already knew the answer.“We’re going somewhere they

A War Written in BloodThe world stood still.From the highest peaks of the supernatural realm to the depths of forgotten tombs, every faction, every being that had ever whispered Daniel’s name—they were all here.Waiting.Watching.Because this was it.The final stand.A battlefield of ruin stretched before them, the sky split in jagged wounds of unnatural darkness. The very ground trembled beneath their feet, cracks of void snaking out from a centerpoint—where the darkness itself was manifesting.A swirling, endless abyss, pulsing with something ancient, something wrong.And standing before it…Daniel.His figure was illuminated by the eerie glow of magic and bloodshed, the weight of his fate pressing down on him like an iron shroud.This was what he was made for.This was where he was always meant to end up.And yet…His heart still ached.Because somewhere behind him, among the gathered forces, was Rigel.And Daniel could feel it—the certainty, the resolve burning in Rigel’s soul.

A Plea in the Darkness“Daniel, please.”Rigel’s voice trembled as he reached out, his fingers just inches from Daniel’s form, but he didn’t dare close the distance.Because Daniel was slipping away.He stood on the edge of the abyss, his body barely holding its shape, flickering between the man Rigel loved and the formless, creeping void that had consumed him. His once vibrant blue eyes were dim now, lost beneath the weight of shadow.But he was still here.Still fighting.Rigel refused to believe otherwise.“You promised me,” Rigel whispered. “You told me you’d never leave me. That we’d fight together. That no matter what happened, we’d find a way.” His voice cracked, but he pressed on. “I believed in that. I believed in us.”Daniel’s lips parted, a flicker of recognition flashing in his gaze—but then, just as quickly, the darkness surged.Mocking. Laughing.It twisted around Daniel’s form like smoke, wrapping around his shoulders, whispering in his ear.“Love is nothing but sufferi

The Cost of VictoryThe battle was over.The ancient darkness—the force that had plagued them for centuries, that had threatened to consume everything Daniel was—was finally gone. The abyss had collapsed in on itself, erased from existence. The supernatural world, once caught in the storm of war and fear, had finally found peace.But at what cost?Daniel’s lifeless body lay still in Rigel’s arms.The very man who had saved them all, who had sacrificed everything to stop the darkness, was gone.The air around them was eerily silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The supernatural council, the warriors, the allies who had fought beside them—all stood frozen, watching the heartbreaking scene unfold before them.No cheers of victory. No relief. Just the crushing weight of loss.Rigel couldn’t breathe.He clutched Daniel against his chest, his fingers digging into the fabric of his torn, bloodstained clothes. “Daniel,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, desperate. “Come back t

A Hollow VictoryThe battle was over. The darkness was gone.Yet Daniel felt empty.He should have been relieved. Grateful. Overwhelmed with joy that he had somehow survived when every force in the universe had tried to claim him.But as he sat in the dim glow of the morning light, staring at his own trembling hands, all he could feel was loss.For the first time in a long time, he felt human.Too human.The once-familiar energy that had coursed through his veins—the power that had defined him, tormented him, shaped him into what he had become—was gone.No flicker of magic at his fingertips. No heightened awareness. No lingering shadows whispering in his mind.He was just… Daniel.And that terrified him.The Weight of Mortality“You’re quiet.”Rigel’s voice was soft, careful, as if one wrong word might break him.Daniel glanced up from where he sat on the edge of their bed, his gaze meeting Rigel’s. The man looked exhausted. Dark circles framed his eyes, his usually steady hands gripp