The Protector Novel Levi Novels & Stories

He was merely a monster capable of adapting to civilization. “I have a plan,” Lev said. “And didn’t I promise to always protect you?” Lev stroked her cheek and slid his hand down to her jawline. “I won’t let Henry touch you.”

I had to protect myself. Damn that rogue! I knew it. He was never the type who would keep a secret. I gave them a small smile. “I am not. I do not have that ability.” “All good. There’s nothing to treat now. The wounds healed cleanly. I thought you said this person is dying?” the doctor who examined the rogue announced. The guard looked at the rogue confused. “I was definitely right. I saw it with my own eyes.” “His wolf helped him. That’s the only possible explanation right now.”

He took everything from me, my mate, my home, my friends. Conrad was the only thing left after Levi died, protecting us, and I swore to protect him until the day he stood up face to face with Roy and ripped his throat out, the same way he did to his father. I wish I could share more about Levi with Conrad, but it wasn’t safe and still isn’t. Dara assured me that our suffering would end soon and we would reveal the truth to everyone. I sighed and gazed up at the slowly setting sun. I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering how we lay in our spot after making love, enjoying the warm sun rays on our skins. I missed that. I missed him.

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

Which is exactly what I did to him. He attacked me first and I was able to fend of the attack by side stepping it and then he grabbed my back leg and I whimpered in pain before I kicked my leg backwards and spun around growling at him. He charged at me again and I was prepared. We hit head on in a thunderous clash while snarling and trying to rip at each other. Levi was going for my throat and I was doing everything that I could to not leave my throat exposed. I was using ever tool that Asher had taught me to protect myself. I was too determined not to let this son of a bitch win.

**ALANNAH** Connor told me we would be leaving for Paris tomorrow, I tried really hard to show my excitement even though I was not really excited, I was scared, scared that my uncle will once again find us and this time he will hurt Connor. I didn’t want Connor in any kind of danger, I feel it’s kind of like my job to protect him now from the danger of my uncle and besides he shouldn’t be caught up in all of this mess. It’s my problem, I should definitely deal with it. I sighed before smiling and cuddling Connor even tighter, he pulled me in and as usual gave me a kiss. Closing my eyes I drifted to sleep.

Not this way. Marcus's footsteps echo slowly, methodical, like a predator closing in on its target. My eyes flutter to Levi, barely awake, like a flame in the breeze. Once more he attempts to raise his hand, but it shakes and the blood keeps streaming. "Levi!"— Raw and urgent is my voice. "Go," he says, a painful smile curving his lips. "Please... I can't... protect you... nowadays." "NO!" Shaking him, I yell, hoping that with all my strength I might want him to be with me. "I am not leaving Levi here. Not like this, not following all we have experienced.

MY MATE, MY PROTECTOR CHAPTER ONE Estelle's POV Running, fighting, surviving, hiding… violence. That's all my life has been about ever since my pack was invaded and ended. I had nothing left. It's been eight years since I became a rogue wolf, fighting different species of wolves and all sorts of other wide animals to survive and thankfully, I'm still alive. Always on the run as usual, I stopped by a river to drink and take a nap. The water was cold and refreshing, the perfect thing I needed to cool my body after running for hours under the summer sun.

It was to delete the only memory of the people the Source had stolen. "Don't listen to him, precious!" Nevan yelled, his claymore humming with a desperate fire. "He's a mafia boss! He’s trying to sell you a protection racket!" "He's not a person, Mama," Leo said, stepping to the edge of the chasm. "He's a lie. The people in the river... they don't want to be 'data.' They want to be free. Even if it means they have to sleep." Leo reached out his hand across the chasm. The gold light in his eyes flared, turning into a blinding, silver-violet radiance.

We have always chosen to stay loyal and submit to the alpha family. The role of the protector has remained with my family. Traditionally, the firstborn child of every other generation becomes the protector at the death of the previous one. The current protector trains the future one when they turn 12 years old or have their first shift. All protectors have a birthmark on their left shoulder to show their status. My grandmother was the previously chosen protector. The role now falls to me. So far, the council has not called me, but I am well prepared. The protectors have several roles in the werewolf community, as well as in the pack. We serve as Gamma, Lead Warrior, and trainer.