The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 226

** Callen’s POV **

We all feel the shift in Paige, the way she’s checking out now that she has rested, and the adrenaline has worn off.

Her power pushes at her, threatening to consume her. I can see it in the way her eyes are glazed and how she seems to look through things rather than at them. They’re focused somewhere far beyond the room, beyond us, beyond herself.

The bond strains like something pulled past its natural limits, and I feel it deep in my chest that we are losing her.

She’s not dying, far from it; she’s becoming Eos, and I promised I wouldn’t let that happen.

“Paige,” I say quietly.

She doesn’t answer.

Remy shifts to her other side, restless, jaw tight. His wolf feels it too… that wrongness, that sense of something sacred tipping toward something dangerous.

“She’s slipping,” he mutters.

“I know,” I reply.

I step closer, deliberately slow, keeping my voice calm even as the air stirs around us. “Look at me.”

Her gaze flicks to mine for half a second, long enough forme to see it. It’s not possession, it’s ascension, and if I don’t stop it now, she may never come back to üs.

“This isn’t about strength,” I say. “This is about choice.”

Her breath shudders, and I lower my voice, forcing command into it when everything in me is telling me to submit to her. That might be what Eos wants, but it’s not what Paige needs. Paige needs my dominance, my certainty. She needs focus when everything else is too loud.

“Bedroom. Now.”

She hesitates.

Remy doesn’t.

He turns with me, already moving, already understanding what I’m about to do. He doesn’t question it. He never does.

The door shuts behind us with a soft click.

Paige stands in the centre of the bedroom, power rolling off her in waves she doesn’t seem aware of anymore.

I stop a few feet away.

“Kneel.”

The word lands like a strike.

Her head snaps up, shock flashing across her face… andthen something else… relief

She drops to her knees without another word, power shuddering as it obeys with her.

Remy watches her for a heartbeat longer than expect.

“Kneel,” I tell him too.

He sucks in a sharp breath, not in resistance, but surrender. He sinks down beside her, head bowed, shoulders tense, waiting. The way he always has for me, always so eager to please.

The bond settles between the three of us, and I know that it’s cutting Ryder and Parker off. Not completely, but enough to make this moment private between the three of us in this room.

“This is not punishment,” I say clearly, making sure they both hear it. “This is grounding. Do you trust me?”

Paige nods, her hair falling forward. “Yes.”

Remy answers without lifting his head. “Always.”

Good.

I step closer, slow, deliberate. I tip Paige’s chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“You are Paige,” I tell her. “Not Eos. Not a symbol. Not a force.”Her breath stutters.

“You are more than your gifts,” I continue. “You chose this life. You chose us.”

Her power trembles, causing ripples of soft shimmering light over her skin, then it putts inward, like something being called home.

“Say it,” I order softly.

“I’m Paige,” she whispers.

“Again.”

“I’m Paige.”

The third time, her voice doesn’t shake.

Remy exhales beside her, tension easing as the air finally stills.

I rest my hand briefly on the back of her neck… grounding, possessive, anchoring, then I withdraw before it becomes anything else. Not that I’m opposed to this going further, but I’m not sure now is the right time. Goddess… this is one of my biggest fantasies right now. Having both of them on their knees for me, ready to obey my every order.

My mind conjures up all the possibilities, and I have to shake my head to stop myself from getting carried away.

“That’s enough,” I murmur, more to myself.

The room feels right again. I should stop now, let her rest.Paige leans forward, her forehead resting against my thigh, and her power quiet and contained at last. Remy mirrors the movement on my other side, and my mind tries to lead me down that path again.

“Stay with us,” I whisper. “Stay, Paige.”

“I am,” she breathes against Remy’s lips, and I believe her.

“Undress her, Rem,” I command, watching the way she sucks in a small breath.

I step back, pushing my shorts down before I sit on the bed to watch them.Remy stands, holding a hand out to her. Her gaze flicks te me, and I nod, encouraging her.

When she places her hand in his, he helps her to her feet. I watch his muscles as he moves; the lines of his chest and abdomen are one of my favourite parts of him. He’s not as big as lam, but he’s solid, built for strength and agility.

He’s gorgeous.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he steps back to admire her.

“She is,” I answer him. “Now take off his shorts, Paige, let me see him too.”

It was fate preparing us for what our mate, our goddess, would need. Making sure her mate group could meet every need and fantasy. Because that’s what she deserves,especially after what she did tonight, after she ended the war with minimal violence and death.

That’s what the dawn is; it’s fresh hope. It’s the peaceful light that comes when the darkness threatens to drown us.

Without her, we would still be fighting right now. We’d be injured, bloody and possibly even dead already, but instead, we are here and we are whole, and now its time for her reward.

“Do you feel what she wants, Rem?” I ask him through the mind link.

His eyes snap to mine, and he nods as his eyes trail over me, stopping to watch as my hand glides slowly up and down my shaft. His own erection strains in response.

“And… do you want to give her what she wants?”

Remy swallows, his eyes locked now as he takes a step towards me.

“Yes, Alpha,” he says out loud before dropping to his knees in front of me, maligning Paige’s breath hitch.

Goddess, I love this secret side of him. So eager and submissive. Something he’s only ever let me see, but now he’s showing her too.

His hand replaces mine, and when he wraps his mouth around me, she reacts exactly how I hoped she would.Her breath quickens. Her power stays quiet, but her body. doesn’t.

I watch her watch him… the way her focus sharpens, the way she responds to the intimacy between us not as something distant, but as something she’s allowed to be part of. Something chosen.

“So fucking good,” I groan. “Paige, come help him.”

I lower my voice, let command thread back through it, not to stop what’s happening, but to shape it. From here, I slow everything down. I set the pace. I give permission where it’s needed, and direction where it’s wanted. No one will find their release tonight until 1 allow it.