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MY MATE, MY PROTECTOR. CHAPTER THIRTY - EIGHT Estelle's POV Guards swiftly surrounded him, he looked around slowly till his eyes landed in us. He used his hands to pack his hair back slowly, revealing his face more, his face features were a bit familiar, especially the blue eyes. "You've grown up so we'll" he spoke, he voice was thick and sounded like a little rumble. He was referring to Darius, who was now standing protectively in my front. I could feel the fear among the pack members.

“We’ve been informed that you’re completing a mission. As a protector and the heir of The Protector, you’ve decided to give protection to a witch without making any notification to The Council.” Clayton started to thrive his heartbeat rates were controllable. He felt his blood rushing inside his blood veins. He regulated his breaths as he hid any changing emotional state to burst on his expression. He was silent. His eyes noticed Mr. Berg Wölf’s lips and absorbed his every word to stream into his rationality. He saw Mr. Berg Wölf’s lips stop or pause to say something.

"We're merely passerbys. We're not here to cause trouble. Just trying to get to the other side. This path cuts time in half, and we have somewhere very important to be." The guard didn't blink. He stared right at Oliver like he was reading his soul. "Your names," he repeated firmly. "And your pack." Levi stepped forward now, the shadows clinging to his frame, his aura was impossible to ignore. "I’m Levi, Alpha of Moonluck pack and these are my men." He gestured to Oliver and Leon. The guards stiffened subtly at the mention of ‘Alpha’ their grip tightening slightly on their batons. The guard at the right, finally spoke up, his voice quieter but no less indifferent.

"I'll hold the line. You protect our future." The decision hung heavy, but time pressed. As they gathered—Autumn, Gale, Elias on a makeshift stretcher, Amaya, and a handful of guardians—Lysara began the ritual, her starlight weaving into the portal. Levi stayed behind, his beta strength amplified by a guardian pendant, ready to anchor and defend.

"Hold her down. If she's my savior, let her save me again—with her blood." Isabella screamed, thrashing like a wild thing. "No! Julian, you're insane! Let me go! Don't touch me!" The bodyguards didn't blink. They slammed her to the floor. Dr. Wells grabbed the same device he'd used on Sera—quietly prepping for the transfusion.

“I didn’t ask for this! I’m now whatever you think I am, I’m not” You are the Guardian. My breath caught. The word echoed in my mind, heavier than it should have been. Guardian. Protector. Savior. That’s what they had told me. That’s what I was supposed to be. “But guardians don’t destroy,” I said, my voice cracking. “They don’t break the world apart.” No. The voice softened. Almost… gentle. They control it. The air shifted. The cracks pulsed once more and then, slowly, they began to close.

"And Roarke? I hope you know what you're getting into. My son is not an easy man to work with." Daveson allowed himself a small smile. "I've noticed." Leonard's reaction was exactly as Daveson had predicted. "Absolutely not." Leonard's voice was flat, cold, final. He stood in his mother's office, arms crossed, his violet eyes hard. "I don't need a babysitter." "You need protection," Lissa countered, her tone brooking no argument. "Someone tried to kill me last week. You think they won't come after you next?"

also spoke of the pack killer's protector." I told Atlas. "I knew he had something to do with your disappearance. I know that you are the moonstone guardian and Kara I am your protector as well. But I know where you are now. I know that the mountain range happens to be on the land of Bishop's. I will come and get you my aruna. Just hold on, I'll be there tonight." he told me. "Be safe, Atlas. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." I told him. "I will," he replied. And with that he cut off the link just in time as Elder Bishop came back into the room. "So did you get a chance to look at the book?" he asked me. I didn't respond to him. I just looked at him with a glare. Al

Levi released his hold, but kept his face close to his while maintaining what little control he had over his wolf. “Okay, but I need protection. Oliver is one powerful son of a gun. I know a lot of his secrets and I can help, but I need your word that you will protect me.” Levi squinted at Patrick, trying to find the lie in his words. “I don’t believe you.” Patrick’s eyes hardened. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me; I’ll walk. If you do believe me, though, I can help you save your girl. All I need is your protection.”

Levi begins, looking at me with longing in his eyes. “She and I grew up together because her parents worked for my parents. She was one of my best friends, along with your Uncle Lance,” he continues, and I smile, looking down at my lap as Saben takes hold of my hand. “Like her parents, Phoebe was assigned as my hidden guard. It was because her parents—your grandparents—gave their lives to protect me and my parents from a band of rogues.” His voice cracks, and instinctively, I reach out to grab Levi’s hand with my free hand, squeezing it.