Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

She did not turn and she did not respond with words, but her hand rose in the gesture that means I know what you said and I have considered it and I am continuing, and the young Omegas who were following her across the same boulders with the quality of people following someone through something that requires the full complement of their attention received the gesture as part of the lesson rather than as a message directed elsewhere. I clenched my jaw with the effort of someone holding a reflex at the boundary of execution, the specific tension of wanting to act and having decided not to act and maintaining that decision in the face of everything that makes acting feel like the correct respon

My life. Tears fill my eyes, but they are not tears of fear or despair. This is something more primal, more savage. A protective instinct awakening , fierce and absolute. I lay my hand flat over my stomach, and this time it is not a gesture of terror but of possession. It is mine.

Mine…mine…protect…pain…tear, rip, kill…my mate’s tears…my mate’s sour scent…they have upset my mate… ...must break free…must destroy threat…make mate safe…blood…will sink my teeth into threat… The wolf’s mind was chaotic. It did not think in words really. It was mostly instinct and emotion. My own tears and fear had triggered the wolf’s protective instincts. The threat towards me had triggered its rage. The wolf was running on nothing but rage and instinct. It did not feel like Lionel. No…this was nothing but animalistic protectiveness. I was his mate and I had been threatened.

Instinct had him throw his hands to her waist to grab onto an anchor as she knocked him over like a ten pin. They ended up falling from the bed, his arms encircling the small frame of the woman coming with him and they landed on the polished wood floor with a heavy thud. Him shielding her and taking the full brunt on his back while grasping her tightly to make sure she wouldn't go flying away on her own and injure herself. It wasn't his mind that chose this way of falling with her, but a deep instinct to protect someone smaller and delicate. YuZhi had always been a man who had strong protective reactions.

She asks, almost laughing. "Enlighten me then. Since I am the narcissistic one apparently." I roll my eyes, but she actually gets serious. "Do you like this pack? Have you ever?" "Has anyone even been nice to me? Why would I?" "Let me explain something to you. I suppose no one bothered because you should have felt it on your own. We are wired, born with the desire to protect each other, to protect the pack. That's what keeps us safe, that's what kept us safe for centuries. I would jump in front of a bullet for anyone in the pack even if I don't like them. It's instinctual. I couldn't even help it. But I am aware when someone wouldn't do the same for me. Bond or no bond, I can see that even i

Twist and turn and lastly, a finishing head slams on the floor? It would be the first time in her life that she had the need to protect what was hers because before, she didn't really fight for what was rightfully hers. But, after experiencing the annoyance of another, she learnt something new. 'Annoyance' taught her about the need to protect what she had. The instinct of 'mine' and 'protect' had made its place in her head to fully protect what she treasured dearly.

Why did she attack Celeste when I've never raised a claw in violence before? And then I feel it. Deep in my core, a presence I hadn't noticed until this moment. Small. Fragile. Precious. Oh gods. I'm pregnant. Kelly's protective instinct suddenly makes sense. She sensed the malice, sensed the threat to our pup, and she reacted. She was protecting our baby. My baby. Declan's baby. A baby I have to protect at all costs. I push harder, running until my lungs burn and my muscles scream. The pack borders are close—if I can just make it across, just get out of their territory—

They intended to kill the twins, and they were all witnessing the side that they hadn’t thought about. “Greed and fear over strong opponents, making them feel threatened, and feeling that emotion, they began to have an intention to kill,” Roxanne stated, echoing around the courtyard before adding. “And when you were feeling cornered and endangered, you'd strike back, not care how you would do it because it was your survival instincts.”

And then came the urge to protect. A memory, a bright and sharp memory, burst into my consciousness: Axel's face, pale and battered, calling my name in a whisper as he was dragged away. I felt both fears for him and for our unborn child. The rush of power became too great, and it was no longer containable. I sensed a shield rising around me, a nest of energy that would respond to even the faintest provocation. I reached out to a branch that was too close, and it swerved back without shattering. I visualized an attacker striking me, and a wave in the air deflected his attack.

As the guard lunged towards her stomach with a small object in hand, she acted on pure instinct, grabbing him and pinning him against the wall. Aloha hadn't anticipated this sudden surge of strength, but in that crucial moment, her maternal instincts took over, and she was determined to protect her unborn child. Tell me who sent you to harm my stomach?" Aloha demanded as she pinned the guard against the wall. She felt a surge of power emerging from within her, giving her an unexpected strength.