My Protector Novels & Stories

A heat signature, faint but steady, moving through the ruins of a collapsed dome. And then, a single word appeared in the center of thescreen, written in the cold, precise font of the Shield: PROTECT. I stood up, the grief in my chest turning into a cold, burning resolve. He was down there. Somewhere in thedark. And if he had spent his life being my shield, I wouldspend the rest of mine being his light.

“A shadow that protects instead of preys.” Elena leans back. “You’re talking about creating a new family.” “I’m talking about protecting the one we have.” Leo cracks his knuckles—old habit. “Then we need a name.” I look at the vial—blue glow faint behind lead-lined glass. “Endkeepers,” I say. Leo laughs—short, surprised. “Sounds like a band name.” Kai nods—slow. “It’s perfect.” We don’t celebrate. We don’t cheer. We just sit there—five of us now—watching the vial glow faintly blue in its prison.

THE END But somewhere, in a place between worlds, Annitore stirs. And the story—the real story—is only just beginning. ---- Dear Reader We made it. If you’re reading this, then you’ve reached the end of Protector of the Alpha’s Cursed Heir with me. And honestly? I don’t even know where to begin. There were nights I cried because the characters felt too real. Nights I wanted to give up because the pain I was putting them through hurt me, too. But I kept going because I wanted to tell one simple truth: family is not about never breaking. It’s about choosing to stay and fight for each other even when everything tries to tear you apart.

I know that I’m an emotional wreck right now, but that has got to be the sweetest damn thing any human has ever said to me. My eyes find his and I let out a whimper. His dark stare is full of warmth and comfort, but a fierce protectiveness, too. He’s wearing the same shirt from last night. A simple black button-down instead of his usual red plaid flannel. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing corded, tattooed forearms I need wrapped around me. Suddenly, I just want to hug him. I want to feel the solace I know his arms would bring. The pull is too strong.

I stood up, and Pandora's eyes locked on mine for a single hesitant second before lowering again, as if she couldn’t even look directly at me. "Miss." No one had called me that before, in my short stay with the Frostbites. The difference was striking. "I don’t know what happened in the forest," I said. "But he acted to protect me. If there’s anything I can do—" "I—his life cannot be compared to yours," she said. Somehow, it seemed like she wasn’t saying this of her own will, forcing herself to spit those words through gritted teeth. "What really matters is your safety, and in our territory—"

Vincent Assured her. Looking at Vincent she could see sincerity radiating all over his eyes, she couldn't help but trust him, moreover since they met all had done was to make her life better even though he seemed a little over protective sometimes. "Ok, let's do it." She said as she gave him a mischievous smile.

She was my sister in every sense of the word. The individual that Fuckface Jordan damaged and then discarded as if it were trash from the previous day. There is a fire in my eyes. Both the sweat that is flowing off my forehead and the wrath that is burning inside of me are to blame for this. I have made this promise before, but I will make it once more: that mother-fucker will pay. He will tell me the truth in its purest form. In the event that he does not provide the location of her departure, I will use his own bones to create holes in his beautiful suit.

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.

“Do you really not need my help in this case? She might hurt you. If I appear, she won't dare to hit you." Saint looked at Celine with cold eyes mixed with worry, he didn't know why he was protecting Celine in this case, and he also didn't know why he was worried about Celine, but he knew that he was extremely unhappy when he saw any injuries on Celine's face. However, Celine did not feel the strangeness in Saint's words. She smiled and said to Saint.