The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 214

** Remy’s POV **

After breakfast with Jax, we dropped him off with Regina, leaving some of the Twiceborn there for an extra level of security. The training field stretches out in front of us. The grass is still white from the late-night frost, and our breaths fog in the chilly morning air, but all I can think about is Paige.

Paige, standing there in the centre of the clearing, looking like the goddess she is.

Paige, carrying something so impossibly precious that my wolf can barely stay inside my skin.

She’s talking quietly with Ryder and Parker about defensive stances, but my mind isn’t here. It’s in a thousand places at once.

It’s in the cabin last night, when she whispered,’ Something’s happening to me. It’s in the way her glow has shifted, softened, become something new. It’s in the earthquake that went through my chest the moment her hand pressed over her stomach, and Goddess help me… it’s in the absolute certainty that settled into my bones the moment she said it out loud. That’s my pup.

I’ll never say those words, not to the others, not even to her. It would break the balance of what we are, of what we’re building. Pups born to bonded mate groups belong to all the fathers. That’s how it works. That’s how it’ssupposed to work, but instincts don’t care about logic, and mine whispered one truth the moment that spark fluttered inside her.

Mine.

The second that soft, new energy brushed against me last night, I knew.

My child. My pack. My future.

I swallow the feeling down before it can flow through the bond or show on my face. Paige turns toward me then, brushing a stray curl behind her ear, and something inside my chest squeezes almost painfully. She looks tired and overwhelmed. She looks like she’s carrying the world.

All I want to do… all my wolf wants to do, is scoop her up, carry her back inside, bury her under a mountain of blankets, feed her fruit and soup and every safe tea Parker has researched, rub her feet, warm her back, and not let her lift a single finger until that baby is born safely.

I want to protect her from every bruise, every ache, every nightmare. I want to build her a fortress and stand guard until my bones turn to dust, but I can’t, and that’s the part that’s killing me.

Because as much as I want to shield her from the world… she is the shield. As much as I want to fight for her… we can’t win this without her. As much as I want to pick her up and never let her feet touch the ground again… she wasn’t reborn to be protected. She was reborn to end this.To end them.

I drag a hand through my hair, trying to steady myself as she jogs slowly toward where I’m supposed to be stretching. She gives me a tired smile, soft and sweet and so full of trust it makes my chest ache.

“Hey,” she murmurs.

“Hey,” I say back, and my voice comes out lower than I meant.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

No… Yes… Always, when it comes to you.

I nod. “Just thinking.”

Her hand twitches toward her stomach. It’s not even conscious. It’s instinct, and every time she does it, I feel that spark echo through the bond with a new, gentle warmth.

A pup. Our pup.

In the blink of an eye, my mind drifts again, this time to moments that haven’t happened yet.

Paige, exhausted but smiling, with a tiny bundle in her arms. The soft, impossibly small fingers curling around mine. The first cry. The first laugh. Their scent… goddess, their scent, new and clean and undeniably ours.

I imagine holding them against my chest while Paigesleeps, promising silently that nothing will ever touch them. Teaching them to shift. Letting them ride on my back in wolf form. Showing them how to climb trees and skip stones and defend themselves. Hearing them call one of us Daddy for the first time.

A future built out of moments I never thought ‘d deserve.

A future that only exists because Paige survived every nightmare thrown her way and refused to break.

She steps beside me now, squeezing my arm. “You drifted off again.”

I exhale slowly. “Just… imagining things.”

Her eyes soften. “Good things or bad things?”

“Good.” I smile. “All good.”

She smiles back, and for a heartbeat, I let myself drown in it, but then Ryder calls instructions and reality comes crashing back. The hunters lurk somewhere, planning their next attack. And the baby growing inside her needs a world healthy enough to be born into.

So, I step back and give her space. Doing the hardest thing I’ve ever done… I let her train. I let her fight. I let her become the thing she is meant to be, even though every instinct in me screams to pull her behind me and face the danger alone.

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