Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

“Protect.” The word didn't leave her lips, but her primitive instinct screamed it, her wolf which had also been silent for years responded. In response to that raw, defensive reflex, the silver aura completely shattered its boundaries. The power suddenly surged violently beyond her grip, reacting not to her conscious command but to her raw instinct to survive.

Unaware of their approach, my defensive instincts kick in, my muscles tensing as I prepare to pounce on the intruders. My feral instincts take over, my body coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash its power. Every fiber of my being is focused on the imminent strike, my senses honed to detect any movement or sound. Just as I am about to unleash my attack, a pair of arms suddenly wrap around me, their grip firm and unyielding. Surprised, I let out a yelp of surprise, my body instinctively squirming in an attempt to break free from the unexpected restraint.

he said. She stood. She was at the door when he spoke. "Elara." She turned. He was looking at her from behind his desk with the expression she had come to know as the one that meant something underneath was more than the words were going to say. "I am not trying to make you smaller. I need you to know that. The protective instinct is not about doubting your ability to handle things. It is about something else entirely." She looked at him across the study. "I know what it is about," she said quietly.

"How can someone end the life of another human being so easily?" He scoffed, "Who said it was easy?" "He made it look easy ... is it not easy for you? How many people have you killed?" "Killing is an animal instinct ... a self-defense, to protect someone you love, or you were trained to do it because it's necessary ... like a dog ... you can train a dog to kill and make it think it's doing it to protect you." "Were you trained to be a mercenary?" He didn't answer. She turned to look at him in the eyes, "I have a proposition to make."

I forced myself to watch with an indifference I was far from feeling. Why would a mere human ignite this level of protectiveness? It had to be the Alpha instincts, the need to protect any lesser being in my territory. Preston was letting his primitive impulses rule him, just as he had back at the palace, continuing the assault. I couldn’t blame him entirely. She was exquisite.

She asked, and I bit my lip hard. Everyone giggled, wanting to hear the teacher's reply, but the unsuspecting teacher, placed a finger on his chin. “I would say it's the Alpha Instinct. There's something called the mother instinct in females. It surges up when they feel the need to care, guide, and protect someone helpless. Men also have that, and in the case you mentioned, since she's such an unwanted girl, those feelings could arise out of pity. “They want to protect, and shield the girl because they feel compelled to. That is simply an outstanding fact of the male psychology.” He explained, and smiling looks were discreetly thrown my way.

Despite my weakened state, I could see what was happening—Victoria's perfectly timed interruption, the convenient emergency just as I was about to reveal her true identity. "She keeps calling for you," Victoria continued, her voice trembling as she looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "You promised to protect us both, remember? You promised you'd always be there for her." She was playing him perfectly, using his protective instincts against him. And it was working. Ethan's protective instincts visibly overrode everything else. His wolf rose to the surface, responding to the perceived threat to a pup he considered his ow

My purple glow flared, responding to my fear, to my rage, to the protective instinct roaring through me, but my wolf shrank back at the last minute, her instincts to protect the child in my stomach. I stumbled, crashing to the ground unceremoniously.

My instincts flared again , the protective, territorial pull that made me want to follow, to keep her close where no one else could scent her skin the way I did. Elena bodily shivered when a late afternoon breeze blew over us. She crossed her arms over her chest and my first instinct was to wrap up my arms around her and do everything in my power to shield her from the cold. I could feel the temperature drop before the wind even hit, the way a predator senses a shift in the air before the prey does.

And I watched from the margins, knowing that any misstep on my part could push her further from me or worse, put her in danger. The first time a rogue pack member tried to confront her, I had been able to feel it, it had been an instinctive surge of protectiveness snapping through me like a live wire. The rogue had been wiry, sly, with that familiar glint in his eye that could only mean one thing which is trouble. I was already moving before Ella could even realize the threat.