Remy’s voice is ragged. “I don’t deserve you.”
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I head. “Stop saying that. We deserve each other.”
He closes his eyes, letting out a sound that’s half laugh, half sob. Then he kisses me again, slower this time, as though savouring the moment he’s spent so long denying himself, and for the first time, I know Remy will not run anymore.
His lips are still on mine when I feel it. It’s almost a physical snap in my chest. Not pain exactly, more like a release, like the pressure of weeks, maybe years, has finally been given somewhere to go. The bond surges between us, not a trickle this time but a flood, and stagger under the sheer force of it.
Remy steadies me right away, his arms tighten, his face buries in my hair as though he can’t let go. I can’t either.
“You feel it too,” he whispers against my temple.
I nod, unable to form words. My throat is thick, my whole body trembling with the kind of joy that terrifies you because it feels too good, too much.
We e stand in the clearing longer than I realise; the world moving on around us, the chatter of birds, the distant bark of wolves training in the woods. But in our little pocket of the woods, it’s just us.
Eventually though, I know we can’t stay. Jaxon will be looking for me.
I pull back slightly, brushing my fingertips down Remy’s jaw. His eyes close at the touch, as though even that small affection is something he’s been starving for.
“Let’s go back,” I whisper.
His gaze snaps open, sharp with panic. “Paige, I haven’t told you everything yet.”
“What else is there?”
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His eyes dart around, and I sense a mixture of hesitation and unease in him. “Let sit,” he gestures to the log.
I let him lead me to the makeshift seat, his fingers laced with mine.
“You’re worrying me again,” I admit.
He gives me an apologetic look. “I know, I feel it. What I want to tell you is probably going to make you angry, but please hear me out before you react.”
“Okay,” I nod, and prepare for whatever is coming next.
“I came to talk to you about this the day Callen was hurt, but when I saw you… the mate bond. floored me instead.” He smiles shyly. d to tell it up again.”
Ryder, but he wouldn’t listen. In fact, he threatened me and told me not to bring
My mind races to guess what it could be.
“Paige,” he continues, stroking a thumb over my knuckles. “I think you lead the hunters here.”
His words hit me like a freight train to the chest, and I suck in a breath. How could he think that?
“I’m not accusing you of purposely bringing them to our door, but I need to know if they threatened you to bring them here? If they did, then I promise we will help you.”
“No, no one threatened me. Before I came here, I knew nothing of hunters or wolf shifters. I’d never put you all in danger like that. I can’t believe…”
“You would,” he cuts me off. “For Jaxon you would, and that’s okay, we wouldn’t blame you. You are a wonderful mother.”
I open my mouth to protest, but stop myself, because he’s right. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Jax.
“So if you didn’t knowingly bring them here, then we need to look into how you may have unknowingly brought them. Maybe someone knew what Ryder was, what Jax will become. They could have watched and waited for Rye to return, or for you to lead them to him. I’m not saying this is definitely what happened, but I think it’s worth looking into,” he explains.
“What makes you think that?”
“Because we have lived here in peace for years. We have kept hidden, been careful. I don’t believe a hunter just randomly stumbled across us one day.”
“I did,” I shrug. “But I understand what you are saying. I hate the idea I could have brought this danger right to your doorstep, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t look into it,” I agree. reluctantly.
He’s right; it’s too much of a coincidence to be ignored.
“Then I need you to tell me everything. I need to know about anyone who’s shown an interest in Jaxon. Anyone who has worked to get close to you or him, even if it’s just the mailman,” he insists.
I think about all the possibilities, every person who’s been in our lives, but there’s only two who have been a constant. One is Poppy, my sister, who would never. The other is Greg, my soon-to-be ex-husband. It couldn’t possibly be him, could it?
I think back to his last message, and my heart drops… he wanted contact with Jaxon.
“We need to go back; this is a conversation we should have as a group,” I say with a tremor in my voice.
God, I hope I’m wrong.
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Remy takes my hand again, his eyes searching mine. “Maybe we should keep this between us for now, just until we know if it’s a possibility. Ryder was…”
“I’m not hiding this,” I cut in. “Not from them. If I brought a threat, they deserve to know.”
Remy’s jaw works, but after a moment he nods, lacing his fingers with mine.
We walk back towards the house in silence, our hands linked, and my mind buzzing with the weight of what Remy has just made me realise. Everything feels sharper now, more fragile, like one wrong move could break the balance we’re trying to find.
The rest of the day slips by in a less tense mood. Jaxon insists we spend hours outside, having Parker shift into his wolf to chase him around the garden while Jaxon’s laughter bounces off the surrounding trees. I sit on the porch steps and watch them, smiling despite the churning in my stomach.
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