Romans & histoires Bucky Barnes X Reader Protective

"It's just me." My beta stopped a respectful distance away, his eyes flicking over me once before settling on my face. Taking in the situation without judgment. "You shouldn't push yourself that hard," he said quietly. "You'll kill yourself." "I've survived worse." "Not lately," he countered. I sighed, too tired to argue. "Did you find anything new?" Jaxon shook his head. "Nothing. No records. No pack ties. Hospital access was completely blocked. Whoever she is, someone powerful is protecting her."

Shaking my head I said," No, why?" "Because I believe that he was once my father's Beta," he asserted and headed toward the black beast. Sawyer rushed up to my side and muttered," Small world ain't it." Nodding I watched as Wyatt shifted and slipped on the robe. He was patting Axel on his back and smiling. The pair headed back into the Alpha's section and I looked at Sawyer. "Did you put up a barrier for protection?" Sawyer muttered," Of course and you should get your ass inside of it. Let's go find Atticus," he proposed and rushed toward the door.

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

“I refuse to be like some other Alpha’s who just take what they want without thought to their mate’s needs. How their mates forgive them for those acts, I’ll never know…” “Gwen is lucky to have someone like you,” Bucky says, smiling and then finishing the drink he had been sipping. “But I should head out. I doubt the two of you will stay clear of one another much longer, and I do not want to be here when you two start… for my own safety.” I lowered my hands from my head and blink over at Bucky. “Why would you be in danger from… um, those acts?” I ask, hesitantly. I almost don’t want to know the answer.

Garry Duncan coldly replied, “I don’t know anyone by the name of Commander Blake. “I only know that someone gave me fifteen million dollars and asked me to protect someone in Mordu. “Are you that person?” After a long silence, Yvonne Xavier then replied, “Yes, that would be me.” “Right, then come down here to see me. But I have to warn you. I don’t protect people that I can’t stand looking at.” “I, Garry Duncan, only protect people that I look up to.”

Steven- jeah right. Cody- Ben give him the book, this was found with zeta. I did not read it. Ben made a cut on his stomach and pulled it out, handed the book to Xander. I turned around and just buried my face in Steven's chest, his heartbeat and scent was my comfort and I was loving it.

"I have to know in order to protect what you are protecting. Why do you think I am here?" Okay! Does this game ever stop? At first, Xander said he is protecting me. Now, Xavier is claiming that he has to protect me. When did these two gentlemen whom I know a very little about has become my knights in shining armour without my knowledge? "What do you mean?" Alexander is equally puzzled then immediately he gained his composure as if he understood. "That douche met you. Didn't he? " He questioned. "What did he say?" He referred to Jonathan. It is from him,I needed to be protected. Isn't that what they have been talking about?

But Xavier couldn't protect me when school was out during the breaks, that task would fall to Eddie, but would he protect me from his own parents. "Don't worry about it kid, it's not my business what another says to their subordinates. But just so you know, if he threatens you, or hurts you, you can always tell me. I promise I'll always do my best to keep you safe." He told me, noticing the conflict in my eyes when he asked. "Oh, here's that book. 'The New England Alpha Wars and how it changed the course of Werewolf History.' The title is a little much, but it's a good read." He said as he handed me the book.

I asked. " No idea." Beau says standing up. And I stood up as well and the guards stepped closer. The women then stood up and looked directly at me and held out a device in her hand and started cackling to herself. " Nothing can stop Jackson. You messed with the wrong Alpha." She says and I saw the timer on the device.

Her arms shook from the effort—it felt like trying to hold onto a speeding car. “I can’t… let it… go,” she gasped. Every time she pulled, she felt a heartbeat deep in her stomach. It wasn’t just her name on the page—Sarah June Benson was real. She had to keep her safe. “Dante! Help Gabe!” June shouted. Dante didn’t hesitate. He dodged the purple sparks and tackled Gabe, yanking him away just before the old man got sucked into the book’s eerie light. They crashed into the bench, breaking it apart.