Protect Your Peace Novels & Stories

He asks while eyeing me and I almost punch him right there but I don’t. “No, I’d just like to leave now.” Her friend keeps eyeing me like I’m some sort of predator, which I am, but I’m not going to stand here and watch him do it. I inch forward and Dom pulls him back a bit and stands in front of him. “Woah oh oh, let’s all calm down. We’re at a club not court, what’s with all this tension.” I roll my eyes and try to calm down.

Finn held her as her body reacted to the shock of the latest events. He whispered, "Lili, he's going to live. He's hurt mighty bad, but he's going to live. Sweetheart, he's going to be ok. Now I need you to calm down. Can you take deep breaths and that's it. You can do it!" She just clung to him and tried to block out the chaos of the ambulances and the EMTs. She blocked out the questions and answers and the rest of the situation. She was tired of trauma and needed just to feel safe and secure.

"I want to stay here. Stay us. Stay simple. Stay away from everything." "We can come back. Regularly. This is ours now. This place. This peace. This us-ness. We can keep it. Return to it. Use it as anchor. As reminder. As place we go when everything else gets too heavy. Our place. Our peace. Our—sanctuary." "Promise?" "Promise. Every month. Or whenever we need it. Whenever weight gets too much. We come back. We remember. We reset. Together. Always together."

I said, my voice dropping until it was as hard as the earth beneath our feet. "I am protecting the only four years of peace my son has ever had. If Damien gets crushed by his own family's history on Thursday morning, we can't be standing anywhere near the wreckage."

"You are the calamity woven into his fate. If you do not resolve it, all your efforts will be in vain." "Whether you repeat the tragedy or forge a new path, the choice is yours." When I woke, the cracked charm in my palm was proof that it was no dream. This life, I won't make the same mistakes. No matter the cost, I will ensure my Alpha has a life of peace and happiness.

Peace wasn’t the absence of challenge; it was the ability to navigate challenges without losing oneself. That night, they stayed up late, talking about small things and big dreams alike. They discussed plans for future trips, homes they might live in, even the names they imagined giving their future children. Laughter and whispered confessions filled the space between them, each story, each dream reinforcing the bond they had fought so hard to protect.

Peace was a living thing. It hummed in the walls of the townhouse, in the easy rhythm of their shared mornings, in the sprawling, hopeful blueprints of the Keystone Foundation spread across the dining table. It was a peace hard-won and fiercely guarded, and for a few, golden weeks, it felt absolute. Then, at 3:14 a.m. on a Tuesday, the peace bled out in the silent, spectral light of a security monitor.

These small, ordinary details were what we fought for, what we were determined to protect. Rico moved beside me, silent and deliberate, his hand brushing against mine. I felt the familiar warmth, the anchor that had grounded me through countless trials. “She’s peaceful,” he murmured. “It’s a rare gift to see her so calm when the world outside is so uncertain.” I nodded, adjusting our daughter in my arms. “I know. And I’ll do everything to keep it that way. Nothing, no one, will take that from her.” He placed a gentle kiss on my temple, his lips lingering, a quiet promise that spoke louder than words. “We will protect her. Together. Always.”

One kick, then another, tiny and sure. My heart just… broke. In the best and worst way. “Hey,” I murmured, so quiet it was barely sound. “It’s me. I’m right here.” Another small kick answered, and I smiled, eyes stinging. My hand splayed across the curve of his stomach, thumb brushing the edge of his ribs. They were so small. So fragile. And yet, here they were, fighting to exist, even in the middle of all this madness. “I’ll protect your peace,” I promised them all the man asleep above me and the lives curled beneath my palm. “I’ll do anything. Anything.”

“How long will you continue blaming me?” “Until you die. Your death will only make me happy, Maxxwell. I don’t care if you keep on groveling like that. Do it if you want to. I will sleep anyway.” Folding my arms in front of my chest, I released a sigh when Maxxwell stood like that. I wished I had the strength to mock him more and made him realize what he had done, but I could not do it. I am tired. “I will guard you while you sleep. Sleep peacefully. At this point, there are no related sightings of rogues. You are safe with me, River.”