** Parker’s POV ** The moment Paige takes Jaxon upstairs to bed, I pull out the file our intel guy handed me at the pack meet from where I shoved it in my jacket. I flip it open on the kitchen island, careful not to spread everything out too wide in case Paige wanders back in. She doesn’t need to deal with this tonight, not after the day she’s had. She’d been radiant today, nerves hidden under that quiet grace of hers, standing tall before a crowd that looked at her with suspicion. The first picture almost guts me. Paige in a white dress. It’s simple yet elegant, the kind of beauty that doesn’t need lace or sparkle to shine. Her hair is pinned up in soft curls, a few strands loose around her face. The sunlight streaming through the church windows catches her eyes, making them brighter. She looks younger here, and there’s a hope there I’ve never seen in her. It makes my chest ache; I want to make her look that way. I want to bring that hope back into her eyes. Greg stands a
** Paige’s POV **“That was so much harder than I expected,” I admit, my eyes meeting Ryder’s.“You held your ground,” he says, voice low, pride and fury mixed in his tone. “You didn’t back down once.”“I wanted to,” I admit, my throat tight. “The way they looked at me… like I didn’t belong. Like I was some… mistake. I wanted to turn and run.”“You’re not a mistake.” Callen soothes. “You’re the one thing they don’t know how to handle. You are a change, and that terrifies them.”I feel Remy’s need to touch me, but he doesn’t know if it’s the right time. I decide for him, catching his hand and squeezing it. His shoulders drop slightly, his jaw unclenching. “Let them talk,” he says, softer now. “They’ll see who you are soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.”Parker clears his throat, stepping closer. “They’ll fight it. Some harder than others. But the pack isn’t blind, Paige. They saw the way Jaxon carries Ryder’s blood. That you were strong enough to produce such a powerful alpha. I don
** Paige’s POV **The clearing is packed with wolves. Some shifted, some still in human form, all eyes are trained on us as Ryder and Callen lead us forward. Jaxon squeezes my hand tighter, his little chest puffed out, completely unbothered by the weight of so many gazes. I wish I had half his confidence.Ryder’s voice carries, steady and commanding. “Phoenix Pack. Thank you for joining us on such short notice. I know rumours have been spreading, and you’ve all waited for answers. Today, you’ll have them.”A ripple of anticipation sweeps through the pack. Callen steps closer, his hand brushing my back, steadying me. “This is Paige.” His voice is firm, unapologetic. “She is our mate.”Gasps, murmurs. Someone in the back snarls softly. My pulse kicks up, but Ryder doesn’t give anyone a chance to speak.“And this,” he continues, lifting Jaxon effortlessly into his arms, “is my son. The alpha heir.”Silence. Then, as if on instinct, bodies bend low. Dozens of wolves bow to the little
** Remy’s POV **The bond thrums steadily between us, not the sharp, unrelenting pull it used to be when I fought it, but a deep, grounding hum. It doesn’t feel like chains anymore, binding me to something I don’t want. It feels like… peace.I should be angry with Callen. Hell, part of me still is. He pushed me into this, manoeuvred me into a corner until I had no choice but to face what I wanted. What I needed. I hated him for that, for stripping away the walls I’d spent most of my life building. But then watching him with her? The anger bled out of me.I thought it would shred me, seeing his mouth on Paige, his hands roaming where mine should be. I braced for jealousy to burn through me, to make me lash out like the reckless bastard I usually am. Instead, I felt… fascinated. Hot all over. Like watching him unravel her was somehow feeding a hunger inside me too.And our goddess, Paige, had welcomed us both, with no hesitation or fear. Just trust I’m not sure I deserve. The way sh
** Paige’s POV ** Remy is the first to stir, rolling onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look at me. His face is flushed, damp with sweat, but his eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them. I can feel him through the bond, all tangled hunger and tenderness, and it makes my throat tighten. “I tried so hard to stay away,” he admits quietly, brushing a strand of hair from my face with shaking fingers. “Thought it would keep you safer. But all it did was tear me apart.” I cup his cheek. “I don’t want distance, Remy. I want you. All of you. Even when it’s messy.” His lips part, his eyes burning, and before he can answer, Callen lets out a low, satisfied sigh beside me. He drapes a strong arm around my waist, tugging me against his chest, sandwiching me between them. “Finally,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for him to pull his head out of his ass.” Remy shoots him a glare. “You set me up.”
** Paige’s POV **Callen leans down, pressing a slow kiss against my inner thigh, deliberately taunting him. “Not a game,” he murmurs against my skin. “A reminder.” He grins wickedly as he looks up at Remy. “She’s ours, Rem, and we are hers. You can’t keep running from it.”Something inside Remy snaps.In one swift motion, he’s on me, hauling me up by the waist and pulling me against his chest, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that steals every thought from my head. It’s fierce, but underneath the fire there’s something raw, something that trembles with need.I melt into him, fingers trailing over his bare chest, drinking him in like I’ve been starving. His muscles are hard and defined, and I trace over them with admiration. He’s perfection.Behind us, Callen chuckles. “Finally.”Remy tears his mouth from mine, his forehead pressing to mine as his breath comes ragged. “You drive me insane,” he whispers, voice hoarse. His hands tighten on my hips, like he’s scared to let go. “I ca