Novel & Cerita Safe Haven

she says in a sluggish tone. “I am sorry, I just want to let you know that I am on my way home and I am on a cab to eleven,” I say emphasizing the eleven. When we were in high school, Reina and I came up with a safe word to use whenever we felt we were in trouble and could not really say that we did not feel safe. Eleven came up as it secretly meant save me in this eleventh hour, our secret meaning. “Where are you now? Send me your live location,” she answers immediately I say our safe word and she is concerned to wits. I send her my live location and the whole time the driver keeps looking back at me.

I ask, "Like a week and a half," he responds, "Damn," I whisper more to myself. We check the message at the same time which says, 'Safe space, safe code," What the hell? "The hell does that mean?" I ask totally and completely bewildered, "There's a place that no one knows about. The only people that know about it are the ones that work for the Silent Man. He calls it the Safe space. And the safe code is the code you use to get in that safe space," he explains. Frankly, I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for Nathaniel. I don't know what I would do or where I would go.

It isn’t about problems or plans. It’s about values. “What do you want our love to stand for?” I ask. Not what it gives us. Not what it protects us from. What it represents. He answers slowly—not because he’s unsure, but because he knows this matters. “Safety,” he says. “Not comfort. Safety.” That word lands heavily. Safety is sacred. Safety is chosen. Safety means you don’t have to disappear to be loved. This chapter frames staying as a sanctuary—not from the world, but within it. A place where both people can return intact, even when the outside world fractures them.

Chapter 97 The safehouse was supposed to be temporary. Three days. Maybe four. Just long enough to regroup, patch Cassian together, and figure out how to stop Vale before she activated whatever nightmare she had stolen from the remaining divisions. Instead It felt dangerously domestic. Luca hated it. Mostly because he liked it. The safehouse sat deep within the foothills outside Milan, hidden between dense forest and abandoned vineyards. Far from the ruins of Division Seven. Far from the Program.

Manhattan New York: Public parking garage’s POV: continued Alpha Makahi, Ji’lahni, Mina, Lynn, and Lucky: “Ok now this is just like every other job we do together, when it's just me and you .” “I know momma be invisible, always listen for my surrounding, if something happens use my laptop and order a taxi, go to our safehouse, wait three days, if you or aunties don’t come for me, get a train ticket, go back to my school, and tell them to call the police.” Charms said, reciting our in case of emergency plan. “Good girl, now buckle up and don’t give your employees a hard time ok.” Lucky said, smiling. As she closed the door to the car. “Lucky what safehouse do you have?” Mina asked when she tu

I feel safe, loved, and protected. In some ways, I’m glad we had to use condoms. Without them, I would have had Levi’s scent on me so strongly that everyone would know that we’ve been together. Since I’m still not ready to accept him as my mate or to figure out what being mates means for us in the future, it’s better this way. We get Tanya and Matthew and go downstairs for breakfast in the restaurant that is part of this building. Since it’s early and most people are on their way to work, no one bothers us. After breakfast, we get into Levi’s truck and head to Safe Haven pack.

I could only continue to fell nervous as they exchanged glances. Would Alpha Killian look for me? He murdered my parents for not cooperating. I could only assume he was serious about his decision and could in fact come to find me. If not to claim me, than to kill me for my parents’ crimes. “Ok then lets get you out of here and situated. The packhouse is the safest option until we know more.” Luca’s voice brought me out of my head. The doctor quickly checked my pulse, blood pressure, and oxygen rate. And once he finished, I was on my way.

I felt myself longing to be with him and it worried me in more ways than one. The feel of his touch, the smell of his cologne was coming at me at a rapid pace that I quietly told myself to step back. I feared that if I stayed within his proximity I might do something I might regret later. As I attempted to take a step back I felt myself sway a little too quickly. He immediately reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay?” As he held on to me I could feel his tight muscular arms around me making me feel safe and secure.

I wasn’t beginning to lose hope; I had lost it long ago. Eyes shut, I let the frustration burn its way through me until I couldn’t feel it any longer. “Still. I kept a promise to a dear friend, and I’m a man of my word. There is a safe house at the edge of the Demilitarized Zone. It is one of the few places reserved for human society—or, at least those wealthy enough to purchase their peace and safety there. That will likely be the safest place for you.” “Where will you go after that?” asked Valerie.

Cayd drove me to Safe Haven. I’d never put much thought into the name of our pack. I know my parents came up with the name and that it’s a place where anyone that needs a safe place to live can come and be welcomed. But, as a kid, it was just our pack’s name.