Semua Bab The Lost Pack: Bab 11 - Bab 20

** Paige’s POV ** I’m so warm and comfortable, tucked under his arm with my head resting on his chest. This is my favourite place in the world, in Ryder’s safe arms. His breathing is steady. He’s still sleeping. I had the strangest dream, well; it was more like a nightmare with some good bits. I had a child. He was Ryder’s, and he was the cutest little boy. “Can we have pizza?” I hear a little voice shriek, and my eyes snap open as everything comes back to me. Callen. The wolf. Ryder. I sit up with a curse and look down at Ryder in the bed next to me. He is shirtless, with the duvet covering his lower half. My traitorous eyes admire his physique without permission, and I screw them shut, turning my head away before opening them again. “Pizza, pizza, pizza,” I hear Jaxon chant. Where am I, and why is Jax here? “Calm down, bud, you’ll wake your mum up,” I hear another voice I don’t recognise say. “Sorry. I just really love pizza,” Jax whines. “We noticed,” someone

** Paige’s POV ** My chest tightens as I look at Ryder. This man once meant everything to me. Now he is a stranger with a familiar face. I want to hate him. I should hate him. But for some reason, I can’t. Not when he looks at me with those eyes, so warm and kind, just like my son’s. I wipe the tears from my face with a shaky breath. “Start talking,” I demand. “I’m trying. I just… I don’t know where to even start,” Ryder sighs. He moves, sitting on the floor in front of me. Callen sits too. He looks just as interested in what Ryder has to say as me. Did Ryder not tell him this story? Did he never tell Callen about me? I’m not sure why, but that thought hurts. “How about right after I fell asleep in the tent, right before you left me there alone,” I say, my tone coming out more bitter than I’d intended. “I fell asleep with you in my arms. I was happy, Paige. Happier than I’d ever been in my entire life. It’s still my most treasured memory. My happiest moment. One

** Remy’s POV ** Fuck this. Fuck her. Fuck Callen. Fuck them all. Why are they all pandering to this little human? What’s so special about her? Why does she get to be mated to Callen? She isn’t good enough for him. She doesn’t deserve him. She can’t handle him, not like I can. She isn’t even a shifter. She’s a weak human. She can’t be our pack Luna, not really, and if the Alpha’s and my brother want to pretend she can, then I want no part of it. Parker looks after the kid like it’s his own. I get it, he’s our Alpha Heir, he’s Ryder’s, he's pack. But I’m not a damn baby sitter. I’m not looking after the kid whilst the Alpha twins try to seduce his mum. I watch my brother dote on the boy. He’ll make a great dad one day, when we find our mate and have pups of our own. He’s acting strange today, he seems… happier, rather than the usual grumpy bastard he is. Which is odd considering how wild today has been. I expected him to be stressed out.Listenin

** Ryder’s POV ** I still feel like this is all some crazy dream. Maybe I hit my head, and I’m in a coma, and any minute now I’m going to wake up. It doesn’t feel real, sitting on my couch, Xbox controller in hand, my son beside me. My son. A living, breathing little person who looks like me and smiles like Paige. “That’s it. Now go faster!” Jaxon cheers, bouncing in his seat as I drive my virtual car around the track and then straight into a wall for the third time. I’ve played this racing game a thousand times. I can beat everyone, except Parker. But tonight? I’m happily getting smoked by a six-year-old just to hear the joy in his voice. I’d lose every race for the rest of my life if it meant he’d keep looking at me like I’m his hero. When he beats me again, for the second time, he doesn’t brag. He just pats my arm and says, “It’s okay, you were closer that time.” No teasing, no smug smile. Just kindness. Paige has raised him so well it makes my chest ache. He’s got thi

** Paige’s POV ** I stare at Ryder for a long moment, my chest tight and my heart beating way too loud in my ears. Can they hear it with their superior hearing? Everything he just said should terrify me. It should push me further into the little fortress I’ve built around my heart. I’ve spent almost seven years pretending I didn’t miss him, pretending I was fine, pretending I didn’t still ache every time I looked at Jaxon and saw his father in his smile. But right now… It doesn’t feel terrifying. Not when he looks at me like this. “Rye,” I whisper, his name slipping from my lips. I lower my eyes to the half-eaten bowl in front of me, giving myself something safe to focus on. “I don’t know if I’m ready to fall into this the way you seem to have. I don’t feel this mate bond like you do. I don’t trust it,” I admit. “I’m not asking you to,” he says softly. "Just don’t run. Don’t shut me… us, out.” That almost breaks something in me. Because I have been runnin