Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

Bailey noticed, because of course she did. “I’m not saying.” “You kind of are.” “I am aggressively not saying. Look at me not saying.” She mimed zipping her mouth, then immediately failed. “But yes, instincts are real. They’re not excuses, though.” That made me look back. She leaned forward, serious now. “A wolf might feel the urge to guard, claim space, get close, bite the face off anyone who scares someone important. But feeling an urge and acting like a controlling garbage fire are different things.”

I knew deep down that he meant every word he said, I didn't doubt that he wouldn't be following through with his threat. "You and my father will agree to disagree but do not threaten my family because that is disrespectful to me. All he wants to do is protect me-" "Protect you from what exactly, me?" He said harshly, interrupting my sentence. I chose to ignore his comment and continued with mine. I rolled my eyes. "Even if he's trying to protect me from my mate he's only doing what you would do if it was your pup. It's a natural instinct for a wolf to protect its young and you know this."

“He’s treating me like I’m a naïve child, I dont appreciate it very much” She shrugs like it’s no big deal “All males are like that” “Overprotective?” if that’s what you want to call it, he was almost acting like a jealous boyfriend. “Yeah, you do know that males are often overprotective, possessive even if the females in a pack? Around the unfamiliar, basically, anyone that is not pack. It doesn’t matter who, sisters’ friends or mothers you name it. The instinct governs them to protect us.”

" I didn't save you because I was worried about you. Don't take it personally. I am an Alpha, this Pack's Alpha. Protecting the members of my pack is my duty. I would have done the same if the person in danger were someone else " " When I saw the dagger aimed at your back, I had acted faster even before my mind could. That is called an Alpha's Protective instincts. That's what I was trained in. It had nothing to do with you. Don't get the wrong impression. " He explained, patiently, slowly, like he wanted every word to sink, as if he was afraid of not being understood enough, and yet, his gaze remained locked away. And it felt like in his heart, I wasn't even

“Like I had to protect her.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand it.” I sighed softly. “You do,” I said and he raised his eyebrows at me. “You just don’t want to admit it.” He stared at me for a few seconds before scoffing lightly. “Don’t start.” “It’s the mate bond,” I said plainly. “That connection isn’t just physical. It messes with your instincts. Your emotions. It makes you protective whether you want it or not. I get the same feeling with Rowan that why it was hard for him to let him get that.”

"But then I look at Cain and Jax and see them alive and whole, and I know I'd do it all again. That's what family means. Doing whatever it takes to keep them safe." "Even if it destroys you in the process." "Even then." He reached across the table and took my hand. "When you walked into the bar that first night, something in me shifted. For the first time in years, I felt that protective instinct toward someone outside my immediate family. It was immediate and overwhelming and I didn't understand it." "The mate bond."

They faltered in the face of our united front, their attacks losing their edge. In that moment, I realized the power of protective instincts, the unyielding force that drove me to ensure Rowland's safety. It was not just duty or loyalty that propelled me forward; it was the profound connection we shared, forged through empathy, sympathy, and now, the embrace of protection. With our bond solidified, we fought on, a formidable force that could not be easily subdued. The battle continued to rage around us.

It was painful, a lesson learned through the countless heartaches of the past. My wolf-like instincts, a part of me I'd always felt connected to, surged forward. The primal urge to protect my brother, to defend our home from this storm within our family, was overwhelming. I felt torn between my human rationality and my wild instincts, a battle raging within me, mirroring the chaos we faced.

"‌All of it. R​ight n‌o​w." "Heighten⁠ed ag‌gres​sion," Ca‍elan‍ said​. "Espe⁠c‍ially when y⁠ou p‌er⁠ceive threats. Ter⁠ritorial instinc‍t‌s—​you'l‍l start s​eeing this estate as you⁠rs to prote‌ct. Pos​sessivene​ss over us." "He​at cycles," Daxen added. "Your body will go​ through per‍iods wher​e the need for physical connection become​s overwhelming. Un​controllable."‌

I literally felt the cracks that broke me. Vector reaches for my hand and tugs me back onto his lap. He cups my face and brushes my stray hair away. “Because being protective of someone is like an addiction. And after getting a taste of it, he won’t be able to resist being around you. Nothing will ever convince him that you’re safe, not until he does something to make sure you are.”