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"The Sovereign is focusing all my processing power on the pregnancy. I’m... I’m going offline." He didn't hesitate. He scooped me up into his arms, his hold so tight I could barely breathe. It was that obsessive, suffocating protection I had grown to love and fear in equal measure. "I don't care if you go offline," he hissed, his eyes scanning the darkening sky for drones. "I am the Shield. I am the only firewall you need. I will burn every city on this map before I let them touch either of you."

I made a vow: as long as I had power, I'd protect his bloodline. But now, his most pathetic descendant destroyed the roots. And with them, my power. I couldn't protect the Asters anymore. Blinking back tears, I reached out, hands shaking, and helped Henrietta up. "I've guarded this family for two centuries. When Julian got sick as a kid, when that car crash nearly killed him—I gave up pieces of myself to bring him back. But that power's gone. My body's giving out. Your family's future? That's on you now."

“The mate pull? Are you certain.” I turned and continued on my walk then answered him, “yes, I'm certain.” “Have you ever stopped to consider the fact that she might actually be your mate?” He said and this stopped me in my tracks once more. I have been denying that. “It's not possible.” “There's something I need to tell you.” He said. “What is it?” I asked, turning to face him. “I feel the protector's pull towards her.” The protector's pull is an urge to protect your Luna often felt by the beta, gamma or anyone with the Royal blood. It's only felt by the warriors once the alpha has either marked his mate as Luna or has commande

He looked at Amelia and Martha, who were all standing on their feet. "Your uniforms will be ready soon; as of now, you are all advised to report to the library for an announcement." He turned to leave. I knew Amelia realized I had him at the tips of my fingers. "He didn't even scold you!" she acted surprised. "We're the Protectors, not the Night Watchers. The sooner you understand that, the better for all of us to coexist as a team. I trust you both will have better judgment next time. We own the routines now, and we make the environment a better place. We're like the leaders, but second in command to Lord Lucifer," I explained as they sat to realize the kind

He was smiling at me, so it must have been something good. “I actually hadn’t heard the term before, so I contacted my mentor. Dent said that Protectors are the equivalent of a Guardian. Seekers and Keepers often elect their own Protector because few if any are even gifted a Guardian. You were gifted three Guardians, even though Dent believes that you were gifted his parents simply because he was too young. Anyways, Dent has found out why you are this Key that has been searched for, if you are interested in knowing.” I stared at him, waiting for him to continue, but I realized he was waiting for my confirmation. I smiled and nodded for him to continue.

he said slowly, locking Clara's eyes with his own, "now we have to see how it plays out." "Sir," Renata asked quietly, "might it be possible for you to send me?" "You're my chief of security. Your job is here." "My job is to protect your house. The Representative and her entire bodyguard contingent are here, so I doubt anyone will be insane enough to come after you. I'm a better tracker than anyone down there." "Lord Pritchard's men are nearby, and he has a number of weres that he has dedicated to my command. I'll send a team of them."

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

Don't worry. It'll all work out. C'mon, let's go back to the house and get your friends. Were gonna head out to the diner and get soemthing to eat, sound good?" Stark asked. I nodded, smiling. "Oh, nice tats." Ace said, running his thumb over one of my wrists. I shrugged. "I need to talk to them about this. I-I'm not sure what it means." I admitted. "Well I do. It means you have two official protecters. Basically, anything happens to you, physically speaking, like pain wise, it happens to them." Stark sumed it up. I

“What’s the use of this meta-card thingy?” “Ooh, it’s a ticket for the other infrastructure. Like the school, everything inside it is unplottable.” She moved closer to her, her hands on her mouth. “Chell said the headmaster’s a nutter who loves making our lives hard. Just don’t tell anyone I tell you that.” Then she ends up in a giggling state. Five minutes later, they’re already standing in front of the protector who scanned the three of them. He’s wearing a silver suit of armor and the eyehole of its metal was concealed in horn-rimmed glasses. It gave the protector extra-sensitive eyes that would help him detects suspicious th

My brows furrowed in confusion as I stared up at him through tear-streaked eyes. “The most common ones start with ‘wh’ and they're words like who, what, where, when, why, which, and whose.” He thrust hard against my mouth causing me to wince again in pain and terror. “Since all your years of being completely homeschooled and protected by your pathetic father seem to be totally unproductive, I guess I'll be the one familiarizing you with them tonight." He took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he gave another hard, uncompromising shove of his groin and I couldn't help but gag on it.