Protetor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't protect Friska, who had helped me and ensured the crazy man didn't catch Corvina. 'Lavanya! Please, wake up. You are fine now and forever. Tayron and Zion will protect you. Don't worry about anything.' My wolf screamed again. Tayron and Zion, they're going to protect me, but if they find out what happened to me while I was there. I was unsure and afraid they would throw me away. I'm a bitch. 'Lavanya. Please, you are not a bitch. Don't think of yourself like that.' My wolf was crying, and her voice was shaking violently.

MMy whole being froze, eyes cascading down to her vulnerable form. “Eliana,” Murmuring, I embraced her back protectively. “Denzel, Kyle, he- he,” I won’t let anyone or anything harm her, she was my responsibility and I won’t let a single scratch appear on her. I would protect her. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I am here now. Nothing will happen,” I whispered, not allowing her to leave my arms, keeping her against me so I could protect her from all the evil.

I did as she said scanning page and page looking for it when my eyes finally fell on it, 'When the guards know which one they shall be protecting they will form the protection bond enabling them to feel what their king or queen feels to notify them of any danger should they not be with them. In return the king or queen shall feel the same from their protectors'

We stand there for what feels like an eternity, holding each other, savoring the warmth of each other’s embrace. In that moment, I know I made the right decision, telling her everything. And I make a resolute promise to myself, that nothing will ever happen to her. If worst comes to worst, and maybe don orders to have her killed, I won’t do it. I won't be able to bring myself to harm her, not after what we've shared, not after what I've felt. I'll protect her with every fiber of my being, even if it means going against Don's orders, even if it means risking my own life. I'll make sure she's safe, no matter what it takes. I'll be her shield, her protector, her savior. And I know, in that mome

Definitely not attackers. I swipe it open. There’s only one sentence. " Your protector isn’t who you think." That’s it. No greeting. No signature. No threat. Just that one suffocating sentence. My breath turns shallow. My fingers go cold. Your protector. It has to mean Cole.

choose right. The building shudders as it fills with the sounds of the heavy footsteps of the protectors. They don’t need orders. Don’t need directions. But I still send one out fast through the mindlink. “The hunters with me are allies. Don’t touch them.” A pulse of acknowledgment fires back. One protector leaps over and crashes into a hunter trying to sneak up on Edwin. Another brushes past me, gives a slight nod, then dives straight into a wall of Pete’s men like it’s nothing.

“Supreme Protectors? More like Supreme Robbers! Hah, you’re even talking about protecting the Earth! Question: what have you done to protect our planet? Have you even battled within the ancient boundary, or have you been to Mount Oro?” The woman replied, “We Protectors are an ancient, traditional, legitimate organization. Our president is a person of status and background too.” “What status and background?” Beatrice egged on. “Do they wear masks and pretend to be dogs like you guys?” The woman was enraged. “I’ll have you know that those who insult the president are sentenced to death. Since this is your first time making such a mistake, you just have to slap yourself ten times.” Smack, smack

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

"Have you been using something new recently?" I asked bluntly, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed. Her smile flickered. “What do you mean?” “Your scent,” I said, scrunching my nose. “I don’t like it. It’s irritating.” She froze for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening around the strap of her leather handbag. Then, she quickly smoothed her features into a sweet, doting smile. "Oh, that. I’ve actually been experimenting with a new prototype heat suppressor for the pack's unmated omegas, Fabs.” She said, getting more comfortable in the chair. “It’s something to keep them safe from wandering rogues if they are traveling outside our borders."

"I know Aetherhold was unfair to you. They refused to step in and left you to manage on your own. But things will be different next year. We'll involve you in the lessons properly." "Thank you, Professor," I said carefully. "But wouldn't that be dangerous for me and for everyone else?" "The school will provide containment masks," she said simply. "You don't need to worry about safety. Everyone will be protected, including you." "The school is actually willing to do that?" The words came out before I could stop my skepticism. "You raised a considerable amount for the school during the charity event," she said. "Aetherhold wants to give back. And the higher-ups are invested in seeing you achie