Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

She was inches from exploding. "We can't find them anymore." "What do you mean you can't find them? You just took them in to be dressed and ready for their second entrance. What on earth do you mean?" Her voice lowered into what was a dead calm. I quickly intervened when I sensed the presence of her wolf rising to the surface seething with rage. Like nature demanded, all species who passed through motherhood were fiercely protective of their offsprings. It didn't even matter what they were, as long as the mother perceived them as theirs.

"Is that-" "Yes," Ezra confirmed with a gulp. The hair indeed was silver. "He's supposed to be around our age," Eskel reminded himself and with a pointed finger, he said, "I can't do that." "Me neither." But the fight was far from over. The wolf guard was back on his feet and with a loud growl and even darker intentions, charged at the young master. The murderous intention irked their skin and without thinking twice, their Beta instincts kicked in. Why? For there was an Alpha about to be killed and what a Beta was programmed first with the instincts to protect.

I added, motioning to Richard. “All I want to do is help,” Richard said. “Please.” He could be genuine. He seemed like he might be. But all I could remember was the past, and with how helpless and vulnerable I felt with both my child and my mate unconscious with two different mysterious diseases, my protective instincts were pinging all over the place. I had to protect them. I couldn’t save them from their own failing bodies but I could fight the entirety of the rest of the world. Nothing and no one would hurt my family again.

If he wanted to hurt me he already had two chances, in the forrest and today, on contraire, I see in his eyes a grand drive to protect me. There’s no logic explanation, I’m guided by my most primitive instincts. The fact is that I feel weirdly safe in front of him. I know somewhere, his human essence recognizes and hears me, so if he recognizes me, if the man who loves me is inside this being, I’m sure he won’t hurt me. I go to the back porch, I get a big bowl, I fill it with water, I come back to the front porch and put the bowl with water near the threshold.

“How many? Are there other kids?” “Whoa, slow down,” Jake said, holding up a hand. The protective instinct was back, but it was different now. It was the instinct to protect the group, their home, from a potential risk. This kid was a variable. An unknown. “It’s not that simple.”

If Nunny was worried then it was worse than I thought it was. No matter how bad it was, I wasn’t going to give up; I refused to be pessimistic about it. Nothing was going to happen—not to me or my baby. I would fight through whatever was thrown at me. Besides, I had purpose on my side. Nunny had told me, as had my ancestors once, that I had a purpose, something greater than me that I was destined for. I believed that.

He just knew that every instinct he had, the same instincts that kept him alive in a world built on betrayal, were screaming one thing. Protect him. The word echoed through him like a command he hadn’t given. Nikolai shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, fingers curling into the blanket. Damian’s jaw clenched. If anyone tried to harm this child… The thought turned dark, immediate, violent. He didn’t question it. Didn’t try to justify it. He just felt it. A deep, bone level urge to shield. To guard. To make sure nothing ugly in his world ever touched the boy.

I don't know; anytime she's around me, anytime something bad happens to her, I am always getting this feeling, this urge to protect her no matter what. And that is the kind of me I'm getting right now. I can't just wait to find her location, and then I'm going to do anything to protect her. That is the kind of feeling that is inside me right now. I do not know if I have finished, and I'm very sure that I have not finished. I don't know, maybe it's just my instincts telling me to protect her. No matter what, because she would be very useful. I said to them, trying to cut off the matter again. Then Rodger just laughed sarcastically as we kept moving slowly, getting closer to the place.

I pointed out. He sighed as he stared down at his cone, which was already melting in the heat. “I don’t know. Ever since we found out about the pregnancy, I’ve had this... impulse to protect you. Both of you.” He gestured vaguely toward my belly. “It’s like something in me can’t stand the thought of anything happening to either of you.” I raised an eyebrow. “So it’s instinct?”

She said. “Why not? Is it really hard to believe that Brad would be willing to shield from danger?” I said. “You’re his mate. Believe it or not, we guys have a huge need to protect our mates when we find them. Our mates are ours to love, cherish and protect. It’s instinctual.” “Really?” “Really.” I said. “Anyway, I need to head back.” “Me too.” She said and she sounded deep in thought. I walked away smiling. Good job, Brad.