Her Protector Novels & Stories

Miranda did not respond once and the sun was now rising and he was drifting from consciousness. He felt hands on him and when he opened his eyes they hurt. He kept them open for this vision of an angel before him. Disappointed that she would cause him so much pain when she touched him. He growled and tried to move his hands to his chest. “The Guardian blessed you! You are awake.” “Leave me!” He grimaced in pain as she wiped the stink smelly cream into his chest. He had little energy to do anything else. “Drink this.” He resisted. “Help me move you to that building over there out of the sun and sheltered. You need stitches and if I do it here they will open again when I try to drag you. I hav

He can't just give away his daughter to some foreigner. "I have proof against Zion. He's not a good mate. He couldn't keep you safe from Xavier," he says and Fenris tenses beside me. Oh my! How can I forget this? After Fenris was taken inside, Zion was the one who fought Xavier to keep me safe but I would never blame Zion for my abduction. Zion tried his best. It's not his fault that Xavier had some evil powers helping him. "He's fine. Zion and Tatiana are both fine," Fenris assures me while taking my hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I squeeze his hand back and hold on to it.

I asked, my voice quieter now, hesitant. Damon stopped mid-step. He didn't turn. For a long moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. But then, just when I had convinced myself to let the question die, he spoke. "Protection." The word was barely above a whisper, but it held more weight than I expected. I swallowed hard. "That's all?" His hands clenched at his sides. "That's all I have to offer." A bitter smile curled at my lips. Of course. Damon Thorne, the ever-dutiful Alpha. The protector. The warrior.

For me. Something changed in his face. Not much. Anyone else would have missed it. I didn't. His breathing slowed. His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. You have no idea what you're asking. I think I do. My voice came out quieter than intended. You keep telling me you're here to protect me. I'm asking you to protect me from being watched for one night.

“Remember us—what we’ve fought for. What we’ve become.” The rogue leader laughed darkly, his grip tightening on me. “You think mere words can save him now? He’s mine, Protector. Just like you were supposed to be.” Rigel flinched, but his resolve didn’t waver. “No,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “You don’t control him. And you never controlled me.”

I noticed he was staring at me, he nodded, responding to my question. "Well I don't like people going through my things when I'm not there" I told him and he nodded, apologising. "I think I owe you a thanks for saving me, again" I said to him. "You don't, it's my responsibility. You were meant to be saved. I'm your mate and I'm meant to be your protector " he said with an emotion I couldn't name flashing in his eyes.

Nelson Jordan is not really deserving of the name "Fuckface." This is the devil that I have to vanquish. This is not the case; he believes that he has me in the position that he wants me to be in. If nothing else, it was. When I was going to settle a score with Jordan his boys, James was meant to be my ticket to doing so. Did the jerk manage to stay one step ahead? In order to divert my attention while he made his way to James, he decided to hire this dark-haired beauty who has the angelic appearance.

he demanded impatiently in a voice thickly laced in a dark timbre. "Because you made who I am today." I stared into his fiercely grey eyes. "I owe every ounce of strength and power and courage to you, and when I am going to use all those to destroy him to the inch of his life, I want you there beside me and be proud of me. Be proud of your protégé́."

“We assumed he wouldn't attack in broad daylight, but the police say Sharpe was killed a few hours ago. He's more dangerous than we know. I'm guessing you couldn't convince Frances to call off the dig... - No way. “Then we need to secure the site, round-the-clock surveillance. “I agree,” Pietra said. “And if we're dealing with a magical wolf, we'll need some sort of magical protection. - What do you mean? “I can't believe I'm suggesting this, but maybe Clara has some charms or spells or things that could help protect us. Pietra glanced at her watch. “By the time I got back to town, she had already closed up shop. But I'll be back tomorrow. Caleb picked up his helmet. “I'm heading back to the

She touches his arm in the hope of healing him, but she discovers she worsens his condition by touching him. "Selfish demons or witches or any other supernatural creatures that come to harm a Protector have this happen to them," her wolf explains leisurely, as Travis continues to scream. "You are a Protector chosen by the moon goddess herself, and when you got in danger many years ago, I was sent to you even though you were only a baby and wolves are only allowed to unite with their human parts some time during teenagerhood." "Thanks for explaining. But spare this man, he is dying," Emily says frantically, her arms suspended in the air.