Protection Season 2 Novels & Stories

I bit my lip and turned away; I'm afraid if it's been a while, what if I really love him? It was terrible, and I will feel extremely sorry for the family and the people who trusted Alpha's daughter Blue River. ... From that day on, Vincent took me everywhere with him; he turned me into a small tail wrapped around his waist daily. Whenever I intended to betray him, he told me not to leave his sight. Vincent also warned me; Clement never gave up on wanting me; for the time being, he spared me just because Vincent was protecting me. My abduction last time is also closely related to Clement; there will be more times.

She left from there. 'Do we even know where to find her? Her scent is very faint,' Drogo said as we ran out of the pack land. 'I'll find her, no matter how faint her scent is. I'll pick up, she's my mate' I replied to him. I just realized she's more endangered, our scent would surely be on her and any rogue that recognized it would surely attack her. 'She's strong and she'll protect herself ' Drogo said. 'Yes she is, but she's been through so much already. I owe her my protection.'

“A month ago, Dad collapsed right in the middle of Grandpa’s funeral. Then my mother told us about our estranged aunt. She is my father’s murderer. I still don’t know why she did that. How can I make peace with it when I barely know anything?” “Cassidy!” exclaimed Becky. “Listen to me. Stop repeating things that we both already know. You need protection first. And this is the only thing you haven’t tried yet. Once you’re out of danger, you can visit that town that your mother claims to be the last known location of your aunt. That was the plan, remember?” “Okay, you’re right.” I got up and walked around the room. “Now tell me what I have to do.” “You have the amulet, right?” asked Becky.

He didn't even realize. Henrietta burst in, leaning hard on her cane. She'd just been at the family cemetery, paying respects— Then the ground shook. The Aster tombstone—solid granite—split clean down the middle. No warning. She rushed back. Found me barely breathing in Julian's arms. Her knees buckled. She hit the floor, whispering, "It's over... We are finished..." Her gaze snapped to Julian—grief and rage blazing. "Sera protected us for centuries. You killed her. Now we all pay."

Suddenly she heard him curse under his breath before running over to join her behind another piece of furniture. "They're armed,” whispered Romero urgently as soon as he joined her and her heart raced as she watched Romero intently, his gaze fixed outside. She knew he was taking every precaution to keep her safe but it didn't ease the nagging fear in her gut. Who was watching them? And why? Suddenly, a hail of bullets shattered through the window and ricocheted off the wall behind them. Scarlett shrieked and ducked beneath the sofa while Romero returned fire, unleashing swift rounds at their attackers.

Chapter 22 Grayson I felt so stupid. Poppy was nearly assaulted last night and if Belle didn't see it, who knows what could have happened? And I felt guilty. I broke up with Poppy to protect her, but now I realized that the best way to protect her was by being with her. If we were still together last night, I wouldn't have let Poppy be alone so in a way, it was my fault. I was trying to protect her from Dedrick but the real threat to her was Ben.

“No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life. Just then we hear a commotion from outside the club and i signal to one of the guards to check it out. I pull out my knife and one of the guards hands me a piece of cloth on which I wipe it. My second in command, also my best friend— Dom, orders the rest of the guys to dispose of the body and clean up. I leave with him following behind me. I get to my office and set my knife down. “You realize his daughter is only 8.”

The laughter died instantly. A few exchanged glances, uneasy but defiant. One of the Lunas looked down, her fingers tightening on her mate’s arm. The Alpha who’d spoken first met my gaze for a moment too long, then dropped his eyes. Submission. I exhaled slowly, my control tightening around the instinct that screamed to shift, to tear, to defend. “She’s under my protection,” I said, voice low and even. “That’s all anyone here needs to know.” There was silence. Only the faint clinking of cutlery and the distant echo of Elena’s footsteps beyond the door.

"She also knew she was running out of time." My throat felt tight. "Running out of time how?" "She knew people were watching her. She didn't know exactly when or how, but she knew something was going to happen to her." His voice was even, careful. "She wanted to make sure that if it did, you would be protected. That someone with enough reach would know your name and know exactly how to find and get to you before anyone else did." I stared at him. "She asked you to protect me." "Yes." He affirmed.

He swore his teeth gritted annoyingly at his foolish request. He was asking her to not weep whereas he himself was having a tough time controlling his emotions. Zander's heated and quivering palm rubbed her back. Up and down. Bit by bit. Possessively. His hand scraped tightly against her skin. Luckily he managed to bring his emotions to their limits. Now he wanted her to do that so they could briefly run out of here. Though the music flaring outside was loud and deafening, they needed to hurry. She was probably put under the surveillance of Augustin's daughter throughout the show. The number of guards he had otherwise heard Alpha Hercules mention at the backstage may be loitering outside.