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“Yes. You’re flagged as protected.” That word landed heavily..... Protected.

“Protective.” “Same thing.”

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

But they don't know the daily struggle. "But in your case, it's clans' lords bowing down to you. Because you're not any lord's protégé. No! You are duke Leonardo Anetti's protégé. The heart ripper, that's what they call duke Anettii, right? And what about your guardian, Lord Bircof? He has quite the reputation, too" I nodded stiffly, not trusting my voice. "These are the men Rey is standing up against for you. So, if you're giving him false hope out of curiosity about the mate bond and its limits, please stop. This will end badly for him." "They'll never hurt him." I know they won't.

Trove interrupted, glancing between the two of them nervously, “is that these things always come with a cost – one which is usually hidden until it is too late.” Atticus sighed. They were right, and he knew it. But such power was tempting – terribly so. He smiled tightly. “Do not fret. I will not make a move until we are in agreement on the matter. For now, I plan to wait. Our reputation precedes us.” His smile grew, blossoming into a predatory grin. “Perhaps they will come to us.”

Vincent assured as he got up to leave for the press meeting, though Hall was not in support of his best friend's decision he just had to respect him. As Vincent drove towards the venue, he wondered what had come over him, he wasn't one to put others' needs first, especially when his career was at stake but this felt different and all he knew was that it felt right to protect Isabella and that's what he was going to do no matter what.

I glared at him, rage pooling in the pits of my eyes. "Easy now," Atticus warned. "I could really use a man like you in my plans. It would be a waste for you to rot here, being flogged by silver whips and wasting away in Wolfsbane." Atticus wanted to use me, I knew it. I knew he was going to use me to do something I didn't want to. "Atticus, I—" "A man who thinks with his heart, when protecting his loved one......is rather unstoppable," he reminded me. "You would love to protect Lana, yeah?"

he begins as he pushes up his already rolled up sleeves, making my heart thud, but it’s not fear. I know I’m damn strong, but I also know he was considered the rival of the Black Beast, aka Sebastian King. Atticus is part of the Sublime triquetra, he is a goddamn strong alpha and I’m not sure how I’ll fare against him. Not when Zade can break every bone in my body with ease in a fight. “One, I am not in love with Zaia.” I keep myself composed as I back away from the advancing man. “You could have fooled me,” I whisper. His eyes flash as he speaks again.

He was indeed badly injured, indicating the other party was ruthless, intending for Atticus to give up Echelon. Though Atticus was out of danger, he wasn't fully conscious. "We can only wait for him to wake up before we can handle Echelon's affairs. Currently, the other side doesn't know Atticus's whereabouts and won't act recklessly. That's buying us precious time for Echelon," Atlas said. "But they won't easily give up," I sighed. "Even if someone has already targeted Echelon's shares, without the appearance of the majority shareholder, Atticus, nothing can be done." Atlas reassured me, "Mr. Atticus has been protected by us!"

It was all a carefully crafted image to draw in supporters for his campaign. It was also secure as hell. 24/7 armed security, bullet proof windows and doors and the whole works. It was overkill to me and I thought that Temper was one paranoid son of a bitch. I walked into Temper’s office ready to give him my whole spiel about how I was going to get Tiffany back and make whoever took her pay. The door had barely clicked shut behind me when Temper whirled around from where he was standing at the window and offered me a winning smile.