Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lost Pack: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

** Paige’s POV **Parker’s words soothe something inside me.I nod slowly, blinking back the tears behind my eyes. “I don’t even know where to start.”“Then don’t.” Parker’s voice is calm, solid. “Start later. Right now, just be here.”I glance toward the living room. Jaxon’s laughter floats out, and Ryder’s amused voice follows. That should be enough for me. It is enough, but then I glance back at Parker, and there’s this current between us. A quiet hum. Not loud or overwhelming like it is with Callen or Ryder, but it’s no less real.“You have this way of saying the right thing,” I murmur, part accusing, but mostly grateful.He shrugs. “Comes with the territory.”“What territory is that?” I ask, my voice soft.His eyes linger on mine a little too long. “The one where I care.”It’s too much. I look away. I can’t do this. I can’t. But that warmth in my chest says otherwise. That flutter of recognition I’ve felt around all of them that speaks of something more.I turn back to the co

** Ryder’s POV **I don’t want to let go of Paige’s hand. It feels perfect in mine. Like it should always be there.Today has been one of the best days of my life, actually… it’s the best yet.Waking up with my beautiful mate’s body next to mine. Then a wonderful morning with my son, whose laughter lights up my life in a way I can’t describe. Followed by an afternoon alone with Paige. It’s been perfect. They’re perfect.We walk up the path to her house and I slow my pace, wanting to squeeze every last second out of this time with her. We reach the door far too soon. I’m still not ready to let her go. I know the minute we go back in there, her brain will go into overdrive again.I’ve watched her struggle to navigate the pull of the bond all morning. Her mind and emotions are all over the place and I wish I knew what to say to make it easier for her.Paige stands in front of me, one hand still gripping mine, the other on the door handle. She’s flushed from the heat, her hair a littl

** Remy’s POV **Callen hasn’t opened his eyes in over five hours.His skin is grey, his breathing too shallow, and waves of tremors plague his whole body. The healers say it’s the wolfsbane working its way out of his system, that it’s reacting to the antidote and Ryder’s blood the way it’s supposed to, but I’m not convinced. He looks like he’s hanging on by the thinnest f*cking thread, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to snap.I sit beside his bed, my hands clenched so tightly that my bones ache. There’s a smear of dried blood on my chest and arm. I don’t remember whose it is, maybe a hunter’s, maybe mine, but I can’t bring myself to wash it off. Not yet. Not while Callen looks like this.Ryder is outside, getting some air before he gives Callen more blood. He’s trying to stay calm for Paige and Jaxon, but I can see how worked up he is. Parker’s probably pacing the damn perimeter or guarding the porch, making sure Paige is safe. But me? I’m here. Sitting and watching the man I love

** Paige’s POV ** Parker is already up, sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in his hands. He looks up as I enter, his jaw tight, but his expression softens when he sees me. “Did you sleep?” he asks. “A little,” I say honestly, grabbing one of the mugs from the shelf. I pour myself a coffee and lean against the counter, suddenly unsure what I’m doing. He watches me for a minute, then says, “Is Rye okay?” I nod. “He’s still out cold. He needed it.” “I’m glad he came to bed with you,” Parker says quietly. “You both needed that. Some kind of normalcy.” I flinch at the word because normal feels like a fantasy right now. “Is Remy…” I trail off, not sure what I want to ask. Is he mad? Did he leave? Is he still feeling the bond? “He’s out running patrols. He needed to burn it off,” Parker says, saving me from having to finish. I nod, wrapping both hands around the mug and trying to ignore how awkward this feels. “Paige,” Parker says, softer no

** Paige’s POV ** “I wasn’t fair to you,” I whisper. “Before it happened. I was scared and confused. I ran without explaining myself, and then I thought… God, I thought… what if the last thing you remembered from me was rejection?” His brow furrows, but his hand tightens around mine. “Are you rejecting me, Paige? Because I remember your kiss,” he says, his voice shaky. “And that didn’t feel like rejection.” “I saw you that morning, Cal… in the woods… with Remy,” I admit. Callen sucks in a breath, and then winces. “Shit. Paige. I’m so sorry. I convinced myself you’d be okay with it. That when you said to do whatever it takes, you were giving me permission, but then afterwards, when I wasn’t lost in the heat of the moment, I had some time to think about it. I realised what a dick I was. We were going to tell you, tell you all, but then you ran away before we got a chance. I fully understand if you want to reject me,” he says, turning his head away from me as if he can’t bear to l