Romans & histoires Protecting You Claire Kingsley

"Surrender yourself, and I'll show mercy to these fools who followed you. Refuse, and I'll kill every last one of them. Starting with the omegas." "No deal," Zane said, shifting beside me. His voice carried its own power, different from an Alpha's but just as compelling. "She's under my protection." "Your protection means nothing here, Rogue King. This is pack business." "She stopped being pack business when you banished her." "A technicality I'm willing to overlook if she comes quietly." I looked around at the faces watching me. Jamie, who'd risked everything to follow. Dalton's father, who'd turned against his own Alpha for honor. The omegas I'd protected over the years, now protecting me.

I knocked. “Enter.” Kade stood at his window, still wearing his ceremonial clothes. He turned when I entered. “You’re back.” “Yes. I’m sorry I missed the ceremony. The journey took longer than anticipated.” “It’s fine. Elder Cassius stood in for you.” He gestured to a chair. “Sit. Tell me what you found.” I sat, trying to order my thoughts. “Claire is in Shadowmere territory. Under Alpha Dominic Thorne’s protection.” Kade went very still. “Dominic is alive?”

I repeated. “Yes.” My pulse thundered. Images flashed through my mind—dark corridors. “If the king finds out,” I said, my voice shaking now, “he’ll kill us. Both of us.” Claire didn’t flinch. She didn’t look away. “He won’t,” she said firmly. “He won’t find out.” “How can you be so sure?” I demanded, panic clawing its way up my chest. “Because I won’t let him,” she replied.

“Cruel was listening to a four-year-old ask if her mother left because she cried too much. What did you want me to tell her, Claire? That Mommy was frightened, so she needed six years to calm down?” Claire became quiet, and for a second, I thought she had ended the call. Then she whispered, “I tried to contact you.” I turned away from the window. “No, you didn't.” She insisted she had tried once, a few years ago, but I didn't let her finish. “Mason would know. My attorneys would know. My staff have had the same instructions since Lily was born. Anything involving her comes directly to me.” “You really believe nobody around you would hide something because they thought they were protecting yo

Entering the cafe, Claire stormed into the changing room. She was late, and she needed to be ready before Jenna showered her with scoldings. To keep the wolf from the door, Claire used to work a part-time job at a cafe that unfortunately belonged to the Kingsleys. Her little stunt with Adrian had snatched all her opportunities to get a job in the city and left her with the only option for survival: to accept the job Adrian offered her. He had literally caged her in his world.

After an hour in the bathroom, I walked out as I knew everyone knew what had happened by the puffiness of my eyes. "I'm Claire, your head of security for the household, I will always be here, essentially, but if you'd like alone time then just let the men search the room before.", she was the striking image of a professional, she seemed detached almost as she spoke into her mouthpiece. That was the woman I wish Nolan could see me as, instead of a simple girl who needs protection.

"Are you kidding me? I said we aren't supposed to leave them on their own." "Why not?" Claire said. "They are out to kill her. How do you think I have ended up in this mess?" "It's fine. I will get someone over there right now?" Claire stood up and walked aside, on her phone, "I need you to not let them out of your sight.” "I have sent those friends of Marcus over." "Marcus friends?" Said Angela, "Are they able to protect Nicole?" "Yes, they are," Claire answered as she looked over at Jack.

Claire had just confirmed her suspicion, there was really someone protecting her. "Who is it?!"

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” “You are,” I said coldly, standing. “State your business and leave.” Regal ignored me, his attention fixed on Claire. “We have unfinished matters to discuss.” Claire’s face paled, and I moved to stand between them. “You don’t speak to her.” “Protective, aren’t we?” Regal’s smile was thin, his eyes glinting with malice. “But you can’t shield her from everything, Asher.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Get out.”