The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 205

** Parker’s POV **

The house is quiet when I get back from patrol. Too quiet.

I pull on some shorts from the basket we keep stocked by the door and pause. The air smells different. Warm and charged

Ryder catches my eye from the kitchen table, where he’s nursing his coffee like it committed a crime. His hair is a mess, and his shirt is inside out. Ryder never wears anything inside out. He had to come back early from patrol last night; the pull of Paige had got too much for him. So intense that he was more of a hindrance out there than a help.

I know how it feels; the same had happened to me when she had marked him. Being marked by her opens up the bond in a way that’s beautiful, but overwhelming at the same time.

Callen follows me in, slumping into the chair opposite Rye.

“He’s alive,” Ryder mutters before we can ask.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” | laugh. “I think he’s going to be feeling more than alive today.”

Callen smirks. “I bet Paige lit him up like a damn sunrise.”

Ryder grunts into his coffee. “They were… loud through the bond.”That startles a laugh out of me. “You? Complaining about noise? I’ve had to go through this twice now.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Not the point.”

But it very much is the point. Ryder is possessive as hell, even when he pretends he’s not. And last night was the first time he’d felt one of us be marked since he got the mark himself.

“Well, at least you’ve been marked,” Callen sighs.

Ryder nudges him. “Relax. You’re next.”

“Of course l am, because there’s no one else left,” he deadpans.

“Be grateful you don’t have to feel it the way we do. Once that bond is wide open, you feel everything,” Ryder mutters.

“Well, in that case. I hope you all enjoy feeling every drop of the pleasure I give her, because I can promise you one thing… she has saved the best for last.” He says with a cocky grin. “I’m going to please her over and over again, so hard that the whole damn pack feels it. You’ll all be…”

The floor creaks upstairs, silencing him, and three grown wolves freeze like prey animals.

Callen leans in. “Act cool, boys. Here comes our goddess.”

We hear footsteps, soft and slow, then Paige appears at the top of the stairs, wrapped in one of Remy’s shirts thatfalls to mid-thigh and nothing else.

She looks like dawn personified. Her hair is mussed, and her skin is glowing with that faint shimmer. A soft warmth radiates from her, calling to me, and I have to fight the urge to run to her

Remy trails behind her. He’s shirtless and marked, looking Like he barely survived a holy experience and woutd willingly die for another round.

My heart almost bursts. Remy looks… happy. Not just calm or centred like he sometimes manages on good days.

Really happy. My twin, who has carried storms in his chest Since we were children, whose anger used to come faster than breath, whose guilt was a constant weight around his neck… looks like someone finally cut him free. I never thought I would see that expression on him. Not in this lifetime. And knowing that Paige is the one who gave him that peace hits me with something fierce and tender at the same time. Relief. Gratitude. Love. I would give her the whole damn world just for giving him that.

Her eyes find mine first, and she smiles in that small, soft way that always hits me square in the chest.

“Good morning,” she says.

Ryder stands instantly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” she says, surprising all of us with how certain she sounds.Remy looks dazed, in love, and maybe slightly electrocuted. It’s a good look on him. He deserves to feel loved

Callen claps him on the back. “You look like you’ve seen God.”

Remy doesn’t blink. “I did, she is literally a goddess.”

Paige’s cheeks flush, but she doesn’t shy away like she would ve two weeks ago. No, she walks forward with a quiet confidence that feels new.

She stops in front of me, and everything inside me stills.

Her fingers brush my hand. Barely a touch. More a question.

“Parker,” she murmurs, “I feel you pulling.”

My chest tightens. “I know.”

The bond between us thrums stronger than yesterday.

Maybe because she marked Remy or because she’s stepping into whatever she is meant to become.

Ryder clears his throat. “Before anyone else gets marked Callen raises a hand. “I’m available right now. I don’t care;

I’ll even let you all watch.”

“Callen,” Ryder snaps.

“What? I’m helping.”Paige laughs. Her eyes are on Callen now with a look of need before she shakes her head and her expression turns serious again.

“We need to talk about Greg today,” she says.

Remy stiffens beside her.

Ryder nods slowly. “We do, but we aren’t pushing you into anything.”

” I know,” she says quietly, “but I need answers and closure. We need a plan.”

She glances toward the back door, where the Twiceborn stand guard outside.

“And we need to move soon. The hunters won’t wait.”

A flicker of gold moves under her skin, as if agreeing.

I feel the instinct to protect her rise again. I need to anchor her, to take the weight she doesn’t need to carry alone.

She lifts her chin. “I also want to talk with Ronnie. Can you have him come over after breakfast?”

Her eyes slide to me, and the bond pulses.

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