The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 193

** Remy’s POV **

I lean against the counter, positioned so I can see Paige and Jaxon in the living room. They’re colouring together, laughing and talking as if our world hasn’t been flipped.

That’s one of the things I love most about her. The ability to compartmentalise so well for Jaxon. Watching them together warms something inside me I didn’t even know existed.

Parker comes to stand beside me, crossing his arms over his chest and letting out a soft sigh as he watches them too. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

I nod.

. “Our very own goddess. I’m not sure what we did to

deserve this. To be chosen as her mates.”

“I keep thinking this is all some kind of fever dream and I’m going to wake up soon,” he says, rubbing over the symbol beneath his shirt.

“Can I see it?”

“See what?” He frowns.

I gesture to his chest, where his hand still rests. “Your mark.”

Parker glances towards Paige and then back to me. “Get your own, then you can look at it all you like.””I plan to,” | grin. “But I want to earn it. When I gave her my mark, it was far from the magical moment it was supposed to be. I want to put that right, but there’s not much I can de in the way of romance, given our current circumstances.”

“Of course there is. Romance doesn’t have to be fancy dates and candlelit dinners,” he says quietly. “Sometimes it’s just… showing up in the small ways. Making her tea the way she likes it. Sitting with her when she can’t sleep.

Taking Jaxon for an hour so she can have a bath without worrying the house will fall down.”

“Pretty sure she’d still worry the house might fall down,” I scoff.

“Yeah,” he admits, smiling. “But at least she’d be worrying in warm bubbles.”

He nudges my arm. “You act like you don’t know how to do romance, but l’ve watched you with her. You think I didn’t notice you fixing that loose board on the porch before she tripped over it? Or that you’re always closest to the door when she’s in the room? You’re already doing it.”

“That’s not romance. That’s just… being prepared, keeping her safe.”

“It’s both,” he shrugs. “Being prepared and protecting her is your love language, Rem.”

I stare at him. “My what now?”He snorts. “Never mind.”

In the living room, Jaxon squeals with laughter at something Raige says. She’s lying on her stomach on the rug, feet kicked up behind her. Jax is sprawled beside her with his tongue sticking out in concentration as he colours a wolf bright blue.

“Look, Mummy, this one’s Uncle Callen,” he announces proudly.

Paige laughs, the sound warming every part of me. “That’s very accurate, baby.”

“Hey!” Callen calls from upstairs. “I heard that!”

“Good!” Paige shouts back, grinning. “Blue fur looks good on you.”

“I don’t care what anyone says. That right there is magic,”

Parker grins.

He’s not wrong.

I swallow. “You think she’s really okay?”

He takes a second to answer. “No, not really. Not yet. But she’s… functioning, taking the next step instead of curling up and breaking down. That’s something.”

My chest tightens. I don’t have words for the way it feels watching her deal with all of this and still choose to lie on a rug and argue about crayon colours. visit jo:b:n:ib:.;co:m for fast updates “She got hit with a lot today,” I say quietly. “Nina. The Twiceborn. Being told she’s supposed to end the hunters.

Finding out Greg’s even more tied into this mess than we thought.”

“And her sister’s best friend,” Parker adds, in an almost growl. “That betrayal’s going to hurt her because it hurts Poppy.”

We fall quiet again, just watching.

Paige looks up, sensing us, and our eyes meet across the room. The bond hums, warm and golden. She smiles at us, and I swear something in my wolf drops to its knees.

1 still remember the girl who arrived here shaking, snapping at everyone, trying and failing to hide how terrified she was. The girl who told me that she’d do anything, be anything, if it meant Jaxon was safe.

Goddess or not, she’s still that girl, too, the girl that made me feel again,

Jaxon looks up at me. “Remy! Are you busy?”

I straighten. “Depends. Why? Have you got a mission for me?”

He nods, deadly serious, waving a crayon in the air. “You need to help. We’re making the pack.”

Parker bumps my shoulder. “You heard the Alpha.”

I roll my eyes and push away from the counter. “Guess I’vebeen summoned.”

I cross the room and lower myself beside Jax.

“What am I drawing?” I ask.

He thinks about it for a moment, then hands me a green crayon and a piece of paper. “You’re the trees, because you keep everyone safe.”

A stupid, ridiculous liquid tries to fill my eyes.

“He’s not wrong,” Paige says softly.

The words still hang in the air. Daddy Callen. Daddy Parker. Daddy Remy!

For a second, no one moves.

Callen’s smirks, his defence mechanism kicking in. “Angry wolf?” he scoffs. “Come on, pup, I’m at least mildly pleasant.”

But his voice is rougher than it should be, and when he folds his arms, it’s too fast, like he’s trying to hide the way his hands are shaking. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, pretending to be casual, but his eyes are glued to Jax like he’s trying to memorise this exact momentdown to the way the kid’s hair sticks up at the back.

Parker makes a soft, broken sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He ducks his head, scrubbing a hand over his face like something’s in his eye. It’s not. can feel his joy through the bond, bright and disbelieving and so big it barely fits inside him.

“Sunshine wolf,” he half laughs. “That’s… yeah. I can live with that.”

And me?… I feel like my heart is about to swell right out of my chest.

‘Daddy Remy.’

He said it as if it were natural. Like it wasn’t a title I never thought I’d have. I stare at Jax, at the little hand still clutching the crayon, at the crease between his brows as he decides whether Ryder’s fur should also be blue or maybe purple, and my wolf just… lies down, exposes its throat and surrenders inside of me.

Paige is the first one to move. She reaches a hand around the back of Jaxon’s head, pulling him in to press a kiss to his hair. When she looks up again, her eyes are shining, her lips forming the softest smile I’ve ever seen on her.

“Is that so?” she asks gently. “All your daddies and Uncle Jake?”

Jax nods as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ” Yep, they look after us. That’s what daddies do. I’m going to draw uncle Leo next.

The room goes quiet.

Ryder clears his throat. “Well,” he says. “I guess there’s been some promotions around here.”

“About time,” Callen teases. When Jax glances back at him, he gives the kid a crooked grin that doesn’t quite hide the way his eyes are teary. “Make sure you draw my jawline properly, okay? I’ve got standards to maintain.”

Jaxon giggles, and Paige has to explain what Callen means before he scribbles an extra sharp line along the side of Blue Callen’s face.

The tension we’ve all carried since the attack doesn’t vanish, but it loosens. It transforms into something else, something quieter and deeper. It feels like belonging, like we’ve been chosen, like we truly are a real family.

Paige looks at each of us. She doesn’t say anything out loud; she doesn’t need to. The bond flares warm and sure, wrapping around all of us like invisible arms, and I feel it as clearly as if she’d spoken it.

‘You are his. You are mine.’

I lower my gaze and focus very, very hard on drawing a tree that does not, under any circumstances, look like it’s crying.

“Forest looks good, Daddy Remy,” Jax says cheerfully.laugh, the sound raw but real. “Yeah, pup,” I manage.

Feels pretty good too.”

We’re all still simmering. Still planning, still bracing, still running mental routes through worst-case scenarios. But in this moment… we’re just a family in a cabin, drawing wolves on scrap paper.