Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

Adrien. I always knew that I had to protect Estelle. It was something that was inside me from the first time I saw it. With a certainty that no one could explain, the instinct to protect her from everything and everyone was as natural to me as breathing. In fact, things were simpler when I believed she was only human. When I had the absurd certainty that she would never have to face any danger. She could make my pack respect her. I could watch that no one approached with intentions to harm her. And although I could not always take care of her as I should, no one could say that I did not try with all my might.

"How can you be sure? Is it your sense of smell, a stronger urge? Better intimacy?" "Can we talk about this later?" "I need clarity, Julian. You know I can't stand being left in the dark." My exhale felt overly dramatic, even to me. "Every wolf has an instinctual awareness, a deep-seated hunger that can overwhelm the beast, driven by an intense desire. There's also a fundamental need to guard against all threats, including humans. Our senses are sharper, but they've dulled from disuse. I wasn't entirely sure the first night we met, but my instincts screamed that I had to keep you safe."

Circular sconce lights were set up but they were few and far between, doing little to chase away my fears. He pulled the keys from the ignition and I swallowed hard. “You need to relax, Andreena. We can smell your fear. It’ll trigger hunting instincts in those with little control. “Hunting instincts?” I asked, unbuckling my seatbelt. “We’re predators, love. I will protect you but I don’t want to hurt those in my thrall.” His lips ghosted into a smile before his face smoothed out again. “Doesn’t mean that I won’t. You are mine to protect.”

I think of the best way to answer his question. "How do I even give an answer to him when I don't have an answer myself?" I think to myself. The truth is far more complicated to understand. There is no bond that ties us together, no mate pull or even fate of the moon, yet how do I explain it? The instinctive need to protect her from harm, like yesterday when the hunters came for her or even the need to protect her from these rogues even now? That instinct still irritates me more than I care to admit.

“My wolf…it’s an Alpha’s instinct to protect the weakest members of his pack, and this is our pack now…he couldn’t handle it.” “Do you want your wolf to wake up?” “Not yet,” I lie. “It’s easier for him to stay asleep…he needs to recover.” She pulls her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around her knees. “Why are some of them so cruel? If it’s an Alpha’s instinct to protect their weak….Why do they hurt them?” I don’t really feel like talking, but it takes my mind off my screaming body for a little while. “The instinct is suppressed in them from a young age…when they show compassion, they’re punished, and by the time they’re grown, they’re just like their elders.”

My protective nature had kicked in, disregarding the lust oozing off of them both. She was my mate. My first instinct was to protect her against any and all perceived threats. Surely, Kaelen understood that.

I replied to an ad for a roommate and when I went for the physical inspection of the apartment and interview, it turned out to be sweet, really gay Evan and we just clicked since then- it’s been a year since and I couldn’t have wished for a better roommate. As I wiped the counter, a prickling sensation crawled up the back of my neck. That uneasy awareness that I’d tried to ignore for days now- like someone was watching me, waiting for me to slip. I shook it off again and told myself it was nerves, stress, maybe even paranoia. I didn’t get to dwell too much on it as I got a few customers and got busy. -----

I whispered under my breath. Part of me wanted to rush to her side, to hug her and scream with happiness, but I caught myself. I knew how wolf instincts worked in a moment like this. Mates could be incredibly protective and territorial during that first spark of recognition. The last thing they needed was a third person crowding their space.

Then answered— “Instinct.” The word settled heavily. Because instinct— Could not be taught. Could not be controlled easily. It simply was. Raymond’s jaw tightened slightly. “That could be dangerous.” Amber nodded. “Yes.” A pause. “But it could also protect us.” Raymond didn’t argue. Because both were true. Amber exhaled softly, her hand lowering slightly though the awareness remained. “It’s still calm,” she added. “Just… more present.” Raymond’s gaze softened just slightly. “Then we stay grounded.” Amber nodded. “Yes.”

Two beating hearts. Marco’s chest constricted. And then the thought came — sudden, fierce, almost violent in its intensity. How do I protect someone who isn’t even born yet? The question rooted itself deep inside him, awakening something primal. This wasn’t fear the way he had known fear before. It was instinct. Raw. Territorial. Uncompromising. He would fight anything. Change anything. Break anything that threatened them. But this? This was invisible. Internal. Beyond his reach.