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“Nothing I can’t handle.” He looked like he wanted to argue. Instead, he stepped closer. Eyes steady. “I didn’t just say what I said for show,” he said quietly. “You're mine to protect now. No one touches what’s mine.”

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.

"The Sovereign is focusing all my processing power on the pregnancy. I’m... I’m going offline." He didn't hesitate. He scooped me up into his arms, his hold so tight I could barely breathe. It was that obsessive, suffocating protection I had grown to love and fear in equal measure. "I don't care if you go offline," he hissed, his eyes scanning the darkening sky for drones. "I am the Shield. I am the only firewall you need. I will burn every city on this map before I let them touch either of you."

What do you mean, father. “Он под моей защитой.” He's under my protection. “Почему ты его защищаешь?” Why are you protecting him? “Ты не тронешь его, и это мое решение.” You will not touch him, that's my decision. “Этот пес изнасиловал мою мать и всадил ей пулю в череп, а ты его защищаешь!” He tortured and killed Mom and you're protecting him!

“Nelly! Do not be afraid! I'm here to protect you. No one will dare to harm my wife. Do not Cry! I will help you solve this problem.” Right now, Ron was like a gentleman, he was like a perfect husband who could protect his wife. When Ron was in the company, he heard his secretary announce the fight between Nelly and Celine. Ron's mood was extremely panicked, he rushed to the police station without any hesitation. He drove madly to the police station, but he didn't know who the woman he was worried about was? Is he worried about Nelly or Celine?

“But why would I even let someone from a pack that I recently usurped to work by my side? What are the chances that you won’t stab my back the first opportunity that you get? You’re known to be sly, don’t you know?” Well, I couldn’t refute the reasons for his doubts. But I had to win him over somehow. “I won’t betray you… on the account that you protect me.” “Protect you?” “I assume that Jonathan is still on the loose, isn’t he? That’s bad news for me. If he finds out that I’m still alive, he’ll come for me.” I added an edge of desperation to my tone. “Why?” “Because he hates me! He’ll do anything in his power to get rid of me. If you protect me, I swear, I’ll never betray you.”

Jillie I sat in the front row with Jarren and about fifteen guards surrounding us. It was the first time we’d ever had to have protection around us, other than our royal wedding. Well, it was the first time that I could actually see them. Jarren informed me that they were there every time we went out or I went out without him and other people around. It was cold in the building, and even with all of the people surrounding me, it was still freezing, probably because their body temperatures were in the fifties.

‎ ‎“Does that mean…” ‎ ‎He interrupted her. ‎ ‎“Don’t misunderstand me.” ‎ ‎The cold edge returned slightly. ‎ ‎“This is not about love.” ‎ ‎The hope in her chest trembled. ‎ ‎“This is about responsibility.” ‎ ‎Still. ‎ ‎It was something. ‎ ‎“I will protect you,” he added quietly. “And the baby.” ‎ ‎The word protect made her chest ache. ‎ ‎“From my family,” he continued. “From the media. From anyone who tries to harm you.”

I scream his way. His eyebrow raise tells me no woman before me has had the audacity to call him out on his shit yet I cannot be shocked at the truth if that. He’s the type of person whose never been told no. And I doubt he would accept it if he were. “I’m protecting my assets. I forbid you to leave,” he says directly to me. Dismissing everyone else around us. Asserts, fucking assists? Plural, multiple. Meaning Lora and I. Not just me.

Instead, he did something that left me speechless. He defended me. Publicly. In a press conference, in front of the entire city, he dismissed every accusation with cold precision, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “Athena Wilder is under my protection. Any attack on her is an attack on me. If you value your lives, I suggest you choose your next words carefully.” My breath caught as I watched the broadcast from the confines of our penthouse. His words were a declaration—a warning—and something dangerously close to a claim.