All Chapters of Bound To My Protector Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning came slowly, or at least it felt that way. I couldn’t tell if it was the light filtering in through the thick canopy of trees or my own senses shifting again, making time feel warped. Everything around me was sharper—every rustle of leaves, every distant birdcall—it all seemed unbearably loud. Even the air felt different, carrying a strange weight, like it wasn’t just oxygen but something… more.I sat on a weathered stone near our makeshift camp, staring at my trembling hands. My mark hadn’t stopped burning since we fled the rogue leader’s lair. It wasn’t just a dull ache anymore; it felt alive, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. My skin tingled, almost as if I were on the verge of shedding it altogether.“You’re changing.” Lyra’s voice startled me, but I didn’t flinch. Somehow, I’d sensed her approach.She crouched beside me, her crimson cloak pooling around her like blood. Her gaze was steady, piercing. “The bond is accelerating everything. Your body is trying to adapt

The tension had been building for days, a silent storm brewing just beneath the surface. I didn’t notice Adrian until it was too late. He emerged from the shadows of the abandoned shelter, his face a mixture of anger and disbelief.“You’ve been meeting with her,” he said, his voice tight, like he was barely holding it together.I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Adrian, I can explain—”“You went to Lyra.” His tone sharpened, cutting through my words. “You trusted her over us. Over me.”The accusation stung more than I wanted to admit. “It’s not like that,” I shot back, my voice rising. “I just needed answers, Adrian. Answers no one else was giving me.”“You didn’t even give us a chance!” he snapped, stepping closer. His usual warmth was gone, replaced by something colder, more volatile. “Do you have any idea how dangerous she is? Or are you so desperate to escape this that you’ll make a deal with anyone who promises you freedom?”“That’s not fair,” I said, my chest tightening. “

The underground hideout echoed with the clang of weapons and the murmur of voices, a constant hum of preparation and resistance. Lyra moved fluidly beside me, her blade slicing through the air as she demonstrated another technique. “Focus, Daniel,” she said, her voice sharp but not unkind. “If you hesitate, you’re dead. The protector and the rogue leader won’t wait for you to decide what you want.”Her words stung, but I couldn’t argue. She was right. My indecision had already cost too much—Selene, the sanctuary, the fragile trust between those I cared about. I had to be ready for what was coming, no matter the cost.Gripping the hilt of my blade, I lunged forward, mimicking Lyra’s movements as best as I could. My body ached, muscles protesting against the strain, but I pushed through it. The mark on my arm throbbed faintly, a constant reminder of the power I still didn’t fully understand.“Again,” Lyra commanded. Her eyes, piercing and unyielding, bore into mine. “You’re holding back

The nights had grown heavier since Lyra’s revelation, the weight of her words sinking deeper into my chest with every passing hour. Sleep wasn’t an escape anymore; it had become a battlefield. Each time I closed my eyes, the mark on my skin pulsed, pulling me into dreams—or perhaps memories—that felt too vivid to ignore.I saw Rigel. His face was shadowed, and his movements deliberate as he knelt before the rogue leader. The man loomed over him, his expression triumphant, his hand extended as if sealing an unholy pact.“You’ve done well,” the rogue leader said, his voice reverberating like thunder. “Bring him to me, and you’ll get what you’ve always wanted.”Rigel didn’t speak, but his silence screamed louder than words. His head dipped in what looked like submission, and my stomach churned. The image shifted, showing him walking away from the rogue leader with an expression I couldn’t read. Was it guilt? Determination?“Rigel,” I whispered in the dream, my voice breaking. He turned,

The archive was eerily silent, the weight of centuries pressing down on the air as Lyra sifted through dusty tomes and crumbling scrolls. Daniel sat on the edge of a stone bench, his mind swirling with questions. The flickering torchlight illuminated the cavernous room, casting long shadows across the walls etched with ancient symbols.“This is it,” Lyra murmured, her fingers trembling as she pulled an aged leather-bound book from the pile. The gold lettering on the cover glimmered faintly, resisting the passage of time.“What does it say?” Daniel asked, standing abruptly.Lyra hesitated, flipping through the pages with deliberate care. Her brow furrowed as her eyes scanned the faded text. Finally, she looked up, her expression grim. “It’s worse than I thought,” she admitted.“What is worse?” Daniel pressed, frustration edging his voice. “What does it say about me?”She took a deep breath and met his gaze. “You’re not just the key to power, Daniel. You’re a weapon—a weapon capable of