All Chapters of Bound To My Protector Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The aftermath of the battle left me feeling like I was walking on a razor's edge. The hideout was supposed to feel safe, but the air was heavy with tension, I could not stop looking around to be sure that we were not under another attack. The rival faction had been relentless in their assault, and even though we managed to drive them back, it was clear their attacks were growing bolder—and more coordinated and I was sure that at some point, we would not be able to hold them back.Rigel was silent as we returned, his jaw tight and his eyes stormy. The way he avoided meeting my gaze made my stomach churn. He was hiding something, and it was becoming harder to ignore.Once we reached the hideout, Rigel issued orders in his usual clipped tone, sending the other allies scattering. His voice carried an edge I wasn’t used to hearing from him, as if the battle had rattled him in a way he didn’t want anyone to see. Then, without so much as a glance in my direction, he disappeared into his priv

Sleep didn’t come easy, and when it finally did, it brought nothing but fractured images of Nathaniel and his mocking voice echoing in my head: “Not all bonds are unbreakable.” I woke up more exhausted than before, with a dull ache in my chest that felt like dread taking physical form.Rigel was already up, of course. He always was. Pacing by the window, his gaze darted toward the horizon like he was waiting for something—or someone.“What’s the plan today?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I stretched.“Training,” he said without turning around.Of course. Training. Because that’s all my life was now—learning how to survive a war I didn’t ask to be part of.The clearing Rigel picked for our session was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that felt unnatural. Even the birds seemed to know something was off.“Focus,” Rigel snapped as I tried, and failed, to summon even the tiniest spark of energy.“I’m fucking trying!” I shot back, frustration bubbling over.“Trying isn’t good e

The visions began as fleeting images—half-formed faces, shadowed landscapes, and fragmented whispers that echoed in my mind. At first, I thought I was dreaming. But the searing pain that accompanied each vision made it clear: this was no dream.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I tried to steady my breathing. The latest vision lingered in my thoughts—a battlefield drenched in blood, a younger version of Rigel standing at the center, his face hardened and unrecognizable.“What are you hiding from me?” I muttered, the question directed more at myself than anyone else.Rigel entered the room, his presence commanding as always, but this time, I saw him differently. The Rigel I knew—the one who trained me, protected me, even kissed me—was now tangled in a web of secrets I couldn’t ignore.“You’re still up,” he said, his voice neutral, though his sharp eyes took in my pale face and restless hands.“I couldn’t sleep,” I replied, meeting his stare.He crossed his arms, leani

The air was so thick with tension, my heart raced fast as Rigel led the way through the dense forest surrounding the rival faction’s base. My every step was calculated, every breath measured. I thought someone was following us earlier but then it was all in my head. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting eerie shadows that danced across the ground. I followed closely behind, my heart pounding so hard I was sure the guards stationed ahead would hear it. .I did not even know whether what we were doing was the right thing but then the deeper part of my heart just trusted Rigel“Remember the plan,” Rigel whispered without turning back. His voice was a sharp contrast to the stillness of the night, authoritative and unyielding. “Stay close, stay quiet, and most of all, please trust me.” The last words came out gentle and persuasive.Trust. That word again. I wanted to believe him, to put my faith in his seemingly endless confidence, but the knot in my stomach told a diffe

Every second stretching into eternity as I stood in the wrecked chamber. My pulse raced, the pressure of the moment pressing on my chest. Rigel was gone, dragged away into the enemy’s stronghold, and I was alone amidst the chaos I’d created.Lucian stood before me, his polished demeanor a stark contrast to the destruction I’d caused. He adjusted his suit as though the shaking walls and falling debris were mere inconveniences.“You’ve made quite the impression, Daniel,” he said, his voice smooth, almost mocking. “Raw power like yours is rare—untapped, uncontrollable. I have to say, I’m impressed.”The compliment felt like a slap in the face, his words laced with condescension. I tightened my fists, my knuckles whitening and my teeth gritting as the lingering energy buzzed just beneath my skin. Just watching him stare at me and listening to him talk sarcastically made my blood boil so much I wished I could swing a punch across his face.“Where is Rigel?” I demanded, my voice sharp, thou