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I needed to ask the right questions without making him realize I was asking them on purpose. "What does safe look like exactly?" I asked him. "Under your uncle's protection. What does that actually mean for me day to day?" He hesitated just slightly. "It means you're not a target anymore. You're an asset. He protects his assets." Asset. He said that word without flinching. He didn't even notice it. "And my child," I said. "Protected as well." "And Damien." His jaw tightened. There it was. Just a small movement but I saw it. "Damien complicates things."

He wrapped me in his strong arms, like he was trying to protect me from everything, and tucked his chin on top of my head, whispering almost to himself: "I knew I had to come back fast... I could feel it..." He smiled, still in disbelief, and murmured with raw emotion that made my breath catch: "Fuck. I'm the luckiest man in the world." The wind blew around us, like the universe itself was telling us we were finally exactly where we were supposed to be. In Rocco's arms, I felt that after so long, I was finally in the right place. In the embrace of my safe harbor. My Rocco. My protector. My piece of heaven on earth. My great love.

Atticus barked. “No, she can’t be my mate. How will she protect herself if there’s danger?! For fuck's sake Atticus, she’s human! Weak and fragile, though breathtaking. Human nonetheless.”

he said slowly, locking Clara's eyes with his own, "now we have to see how it plays out." "Sir," Renata asked quietly, "might it be possible for you to send me?" "You're my chief of security. Your job is here." "My job is to protect your house. The Representative and her entire bodyguard contingent are here, so I doubt anyone will be insane enough to come after you. I'm a better tracker than anyone down there." "Lord Pritchard's men are nearby, and he has a number of weres that he has dedicated to my command. I'll send a team of them."

His shoulders tightened. “That’s my field.” “And he’s trying to make it unstable.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can shut this down.” “No.” His head snapped toward her. “Yes.” “If you confront him publicly, it validates the conflict.” “I don’t care.” “I do.” He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re protecting me again.” “I’m protecting the timing.” Silence stretched. Then— A knock at the door. Both of them stilled. Atticus moved first, checking the peephole.

she says. “Emotional reaction. Public collapse. Visible cracks.” Maxwell nods. “And she didn’t give you any.” “No.” --- The Real Problem “Because she’s protected now.” The words are quiet. But they carry weight. --- The Core Issue Not just emotionally. Strategically. Powerfully. Protected. --- The Name Again Xavier. --- Understanding Power “You don’t attack someone protected by power,” Madison continues. “You remove the protection.” Maxwell straightens slightly. “That’s not small.”

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

Alpha Vincent is no match for Atticus, he wouldn’t be able to protect me and the pups. I know that firsthand.

Usually, he would bathe with me, and I was in no way objecting to that. I watched as Jarren cut little square pieces of cheese to put on the different assortment of crackers he’d laid on a tray. The temperature had finally started to drop a little yesterday, but of course, Jarren was wearing a short-sleeved graphic tee shirt. It wasn’t helping my extra boost of sexual hormones that I was watching his biceps flex as he sliced the cheese. Shaking my head, I went back to playing the game on my phone. I needed to get myself under control, or well, at least keep myself under control while we were here.

MY MATE, MY PROTECTOR. CHAPTER THIRTY - EIGHT Estelle's POV Guards swiftly surrounded him, he looked around slowly till his eyes landed in us. He used his hands to pack his hair back slowly, revealing his face more, his face features were a bit familiar, especially the blue eyes. "You've grown up so we'll" he spoke, he voice was thick and sounded like a little rumble. He was referring to Darius, who was now standing protectively in my front. I could feel the fear among the pack members.