All Chapters of The Lost Pack: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

** Paige’s POV **The woman’s cabin is near the centre of the makeshift village. It’s bigger than I expected, surrounded by flowers that climb the wall in bursts of colour. She’s already on the porch when we arrive, as though she was expecting us. I assume one of the guys contacted her mate to warn her we were coming. Her warm brown eyes meet mine, and they instantly brighten.“Paige, right?” She says as she stands from her chair.I just about manage a nod as my stomach twists, and I don’t know why. She is like me, so I should feel the most comfortable around her, but for some reason I don’t. She’s maybe a little older than me, early thirties, with light brown skin and long dark hair braided over her shoulder. She wears jeans and a button-up blouse that shows her figure well.Behind me, Remy’s hand presses firmer against my back, guiding me forward.The closer I get, the louder my pulse becomes, until I’m sure everyone can hear it. My body still hums faintly with that lingering he

** Paige’s POV **The sound of children’s laughter fades behind me as we step onto one of the narrow dirt paths on the outskirts of the small village. I almost stop right there, because every instinct in me screams to turn back and keep Jaxon in sight.Parker’s hand brushes mine, his calming energy flowing through me from the briefest touch. “He’s fine,” he says softly, as though he can feel my worry, and maybe he can. “Callen and Ryder won’t let anything touch him.”I nod, even though my chest still feels too tight. “I know, I trust them. It’s just… he looks so happy. He acts like he belongs, and I’m scared someone might say something to make him feel like he doesn’t.”“He does belong, you both do,” Parker replies without hesitation.Remy snorts, falling into step on my other side. “And if anyone else tries to say otherwise, I’ll take their words and make them choke on them.”I smile faintly. That’s so very Remy, gruff and blunt.The path opens into a larger space, and another cl

** Paige’s POV **The heat pooling in my centre suddenly flares, sending a rush of fire up my neck, and I gasp. Low growls sound around me, and I look up to see all four sets of eyes locked on me. They’re intense, like predators eyeing up their prey.These are not the warm eyes of Ryder, Remy, Parker, and Callen. No, these are their wolves peeking through, dark and dangerous, their pupils blown wide.Oh shit.My bravado from moments ago? Yeah, it just packed its bags and sprinted for the hills, leaving me stranded here with my very big mouth and four very aroused werewolves.Four of them?… What the hell was I even thinking?… One wolf at a time is… a lot. Two is basically chaos. But four? That’s not confidence, that’s suicide. I’m about to become a human-shaped chew toy. The thought douses the fire that was building in me like a bucket of cold water has been thrown on me.“Um,” I squeak, holding up a hand like I’m negotiating with toddlers and not apex predators, “so… when I said I

** Paige’s POV **Before I can catch my breath, before Ryder even has a chance to steady me, Callen is lifting me, his movements sudden and urgent. His hands grip my waist, pulling my ass towards him until I’m on my hands and knees above Ryder.Callen doesn’t wait, he doesn’t warn me, he just presses into me, claiming the space Ryder was in seconds ago. My head spins, my every nerve ending alive with Ryder’s touch, and now Callen’s forceful hands are adding another layer of fire, burning hotter, demanding more.“Paige,” he growls, voice rough, a low rumble that shakes through me. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t hold back.”“Then don’t,” I breathe.I gasp as he slams into me, thrust after thrust driving me closer and closer to oblivion. Ryder’s mouth finds mine, rough and possessive, his teeth nipping at my lower lip in a way that makes my knees weaken. Every touch of his hands over my sides and breasts drives me higher, and I feel it, feel them both, my body giving into the dual s

** Paige’s POV **Remy carries me into the bathroom, which is already filled with steam. Ryder was right. I am in fact unable to walk. When I had tried to stand, my legs were like jelly. Parker had caught me, steadying me, before Remy had scooped me into his arms. I had protested that I’d be fine to walk if they just gave me a few minutes, but Remy ignored me, carrying me down the stairs with a grunt.The bathroom mirror is already fogged over, which is probably a good thing; I can imagine how terrible I look right now. Remy lets me stand, but he holds me close while Callen moves around the bathroom, pours the salts in the water and tests the temperature. My legs still feel shaky just standing here; my body is heavy but sated. Ryder brings fresh towels in and places them next to the tub before leaving again without a word. When Callen is finally happy, he looks over his shoulder and holds out a hand to me. I don’t hesitate.“Come on, baby girl,” he says softly. “Let me take care o