Novel & Cerita Protecting You Claire Kingsley

Once she finished explaining, Claire excused herself, saying she needed to check on Clarence first. Clarence wasn’t going to be introduced to the public yet, but she knew that day was coming soon, so she needed to talk to him. She found Clarence staring out the window, watching the press cars arriving. “Clarence.” Clarence turned at the sound of her voice and smiled when he saw Claire. “Auntie, is Mommy being introduced to the public today?” Claire nodded and walked closer to the boy. Together, they watched the scene outside. “What about her safety, Auntie? What if something bad happens today?”

"She's the reason I'm still breathing." The city unfurled around us like a throat clearing before a scream. Claire's reach had spread like a virus, touching every institution we thought we could trust. But now? Now we weren't just targeting her. We were tearing down everything that protected her. Claire Morrison. I could see her in my mind, always in control, always two moves ahead, her empire a chessboard and everyone else disposable pawns. But this time, she didn't account for something that couldn't be bought or broken.

Maybe it's best I just… die, maybe it would have been best if I wasn't saved at all. Brandon’s voice cuts into my whirls of thoughts, "…I don't think it's the Dark Howl pack and as for Green Forest, their alpha won't dare to pull such a stunt. So be rest assured, the people who attacked won't go scot-free. You may not know it but our king isn't a pushover. You're a rogue now, and that makes you his subject and one of us. You're under the king’s protection, Clara, he won't let anything happen to you." Ravenanna hurriedly chims in, nodding as she supports Brandon. “Brandon’s right, Clara. So stop worrying over nothing. Let's just wait for the Rogue King to return."

“Oh, come on. Marla wouldn’t risk her father’s company’s reputation over something petty. She might be vile, but she’s not stupid.” Brea arched a brow, her lawyer’s instincts refusing to yield. “Don’t underestimate desperation. People have done worse to protect their pride.” Claire sat up, tossing her hair back. “Well, even if the Queen of Fake Tears pulls something, Greg will be glued to Loriah the whole time. He won’t let anything happen to her. That man lives for her safety.” Her words should have comforted me, but a chill slid down my spine. Because beneath the humor and reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling Brea was right—this wasn’t just another commercial.

Cleo and Ryan arrived and walked down the corridor, stopping before a guarded door. ‎ ‎“Please,” Cleo said urgently, “we’re here for Claire. I’m her friend.” ‎ ‎Anthonio, Edward’s head bodyguard, didn’t move. “I’m sorry, miss. Claire isn’t expecting visitors.” ‎ ‎Cleo’s frustration boiled over. “She’s my friend! Move out of the way!” ‎ ‎When she tried to push past him, Anthonio blocked her easily, his arm firm against her shoulder. She stumbled back.

“He's locked up inside. You think this kind of man should be left to roam outside and cause chaos instead of being held in security?” “All right, all right” Chloe let out an exasperated sigh.“Since everything has been settled, I'll go sign that paper. Let's head home soon– Audrey is still waiting for me”. Claire is a direct woman since she has spent so many years working at a security agency abroad, she was physically in top shape; a typical man wouldn't be able to beat her in a fight. Chloe had gotten to know Claire because the latter had helped her out when she was being bullied by others at school. Ever since they grew up, there were many instances where she had to go to the police statio

"What if something goes wrong? What if Owen finds out we're planning something and he comes after me first?" "Then I'll kill him myself." The words came out flat, absolute. "Before he gets anywhere near you." She pulled back to look at me, searching for any sign I was exaggerating. But I meant every word. Owen Sinclair had tried to destroy Claire once. I wouldn't give him the chance to try again. "You mean that," she said, not quite a question. "Yes." "You'd actually kill someone for me." "Without hesitation." I cupped her face in my hands. "You're mine to protect, Claire. And I take that very seriously."

I retort. “I know you didn't want this,” she says quietly. “But we had no choice. Time was running out, and you are the only one who can help.” “Help do what? Play house with her grieving husband?” “Jesus, Vee! Shut up. You know that's not it. You’re there to get back what they took from you. And above all, to stay protected. You know how it is. Claire is dead. And now… Ivy is gone too. The only person who can keep you safe from the Yorks right now is Christian.”

She had to stop them from killing the rogue alpha! “Protect the alpha!” Claire yelled at her men. But to her dismay, rather than obey her order and move in to protect the alpha, her men’s instincts to protect her instead. She watched with horror as all the men leaped at the guy attacking her, snatching him away from her and protecting her. And as she watched helplessly, the attackers had already reached the alpha, who was trying his best to fight the men. But he was a single wounded man against a bunch of men and even before he could try, he was caught in a chokehold by one of the men. As Claire tried to run towards him, one of the attackers raised a dagger as if in slow motion before plungi

“Clara is highly trained. She’s one of our top palace guards. She’ll keep you safe.” “Keep me safe from what?” I asked, frowning. “Are we going somewhere dangerous?” I tried to think if he had mentioned plans for an outing that might require extra security, but I couldn’t think of one. Not even Isaac bothered to bring guards with him when he went out partying late with his friends. The Lycan kingdom was quite safe. “No. She’s not for a specific event. She’ll be with you pretty much at all times.” I blinked. “At all times? As in… following me around the palace?”