Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

He runs a hand through his face. “If you are really feeling guilty, then why do you always help her escape?” “It’s my instincts as a mate. When it comes to that part, I can’t help it. It just happens. Or perhaps I’m too weak to not pay attention to my instincts. When I see her in danger, the first thing that I always want to do is to help her and to protect her.”

I will love him and he will have a good life here with me. I spend the next two hours walking around the nursery with him in my arm. Feeling these protective instincts, I'm unable to put him down. I know he's safe here, it's just the natural instinct of my wolf that's making me feel the need to protect him. I know if I'm feeling this way, then Emma's motherly instincts would've kicked in the second she would have held him and it would be a big problem getting him away from her when the time came. I look over as my mother and father walk into the nursery.

Mine. The word hit me like a punch to the gut. I’d called Zephyr mine before, but not like this. Not in the way my wolf was suggesting now. When I’d thought of him as mine, it was because he was weak and vulnerable. He needed someone to look out for him in this brutal place. Someone to keep the predators at bay. That’s all it was. Protective instincts. Wasn’t it? I mean, I’d always been protective of people who couldn’t protect themselves. It was just basic decency. The strong looked out for the weak. That was normal, perfectly normal behavior.

My arms squeeze her tighter as my body tries to communicate my protection wordlessly. It's as if her mental breakdown is causing me to go complete animal. All of my basic instincts are returning from pup hood. The only cognitive thought I can think of is "get to pack." I need to get to the pack. I need to have my comrades around me so I can adequately provide for Amber. So while my focus is on her protection, their focus can be on our protection. A double protective bubble around my vulnerable mate.

“Sorry, mate, but sometimes I just lose it at Blake. Pay me no attention. He’s naughty and drives me mad.” I sit back down in my position by the fire with my son on my lap, clinging to me for dear life, and for the first time in my life, I feel my protective instincts kick in. Owen comes first. I need to protect him at all costs. I stare into the dancing flames… Whatever it takes.

The men tried stopping me, but I closed the door and looked at the woman who growled when she took sight of me. I returned the growl, knowing that she needed to calm down. But this was a mother that I was speaking to, and I could only ask her for too much, and this was her acting on basic instinct. The instinct to protect her baby which was no on high point hurt me more than ever since I knew that I had to do what was right. She wouldn’t want to lose her children, that was something that I knew for fact, but with the way that she was acting, she didn’t know that she would.

He fumed. I struggled to loosen his grip as I realized he was trying to kill me, then I remembered a self-defense technique my dad had taught me years ago. I rammed my head with all my force into his face. He screamed in pain and let me go. I jumped back, coughing and gasping for air.

He called out in frustration and despair, collapsing in a hopeless heap, his head bowed, afraid to look at the flames as they licked against the upturned car. Instead he whispered Maud’s name as his tears splashed the cobblestones. *** There comes a time when things become so crazy, instinct takes over. The primordial instinct innate to the human psyche finds itself at the helm and steers us on a pre-ordained course, a course that is based not on duty or friendship but the pull of safety and emotional comfort and family. Home.

I snapped, "You heard the gunshot and you fucking jumped in front of me, are you out of your mind?" Her eyebrows pulled together, "It was a reflex, I heard the shot, I thought someone was gonna hurt you, so I...I went with my instincts." "And what did your instincts tell you?" I swear to god, if she says that sentence, I am gonna kill her. Her eyes stared at me in disbelief, "To protect you! What else-" Words hitched in her throat as I marched forward, her back pressed against the car, my hand slammed at the window just by her head, "For god's sake, stop protecting me!" I snapped, my voice filling the dark night.

That single name echoed through every corner of my mind, drowning every rational thought beneath an endless wave of possessive instinct. My mate was in danger. “Activate full-scale pack tracking protocols across the entire city. Seal every highway, close every bridge. Search every warehouse, every abandoned building, every underground tunnel, and every private estate they could possibly reach tonight.” “Understood sir.” That still wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough until I found her. My wolf roared violently inside my mind. Find her. Kill them. Protect our mate. Those three instincts became everything. Then another surge of unbearable energy exploded through my body.