Remy shifts closer, sliding an arm under me and easing me onto my side. “Easy, mate. We’ve pushed you hard.” His fingers comb through my damp hair, soothing me in a way that makes my chest ache.
Callen lies down on my other side. He pulls the blanket up over us, tucking it carefully around my bare shoulders.
“You’re shaking,” Remy whispers, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
“From bliss,” I manage.
They both chuckle at that, Remy pressing his forehead to mine while Callen kisses my temple. My body might be worn out, but I feel full of electric warmth inside.
“You don’t have to be strong with us,” Remy says softly. “When you’ve had enough, you need to say. We don’t want to push you too hard.”
Callen makes a quiet hum of agreement, his hand splaying protectively over my stomach. ” You’re ours, Paige. And we take care of what’s ours.”
Wrapped between them, I let my eyes drift shut, safe in their arms. Sleep comes easy.
**Remy’s POV **
The bond thrums steadily between us, not the sharp, unrelenting pull it used to be when I fought it, but a deep, grounding hum. It doesn’t feel like chains anymore, binding me to something I don’t want. It feels like… peace.
I should be angry with Callen. Hell, part of me still is. He pushed me into this, manoeuvred me into a corner until I had no choice but to face what I wanted. What I needed. I hated him for that, for stripping away the walls I’d spent most of my life building. But then watching him with her? The anger bled out of me.
I thought it would shred me, seeing his mouth on Paige, his hands roaming where mine should be. I braced for jealousy to burn through me, to make me lash out like the reckless bastard I usually am. Instead, I felt… fascinated. Hot all over. Like watching him unravel her was somehow feeding a hunger inside me too.
And our goddess, Paige, had welcomed us both, with no hesitation or fear. Just trust I’m not sure I deserve. The way she looked at me like I wasn’t broken, like I wasn’t dangerous. Like I was hers. That look is burned into me.
I glance at Callen now. He’s lying close to her, hand splayed gently over her stomach, his face softened in a way I don’t see often.
With me, he’s all sharp edges and dominance, constantly making me submit, to remind me who’s stronger, who’s steadier. But with Paige? He tones it down. He touches her like she’s fragile glass, as if one wrong move could break her.
It should bother me that he’s different with her than he is with me. But strangely, it doesn’t. I think I understand. Paige brings out something softer in both of us. Something neither of us knew we were capable of. And the truth is, I like him dominating me. I’m sure it goes beyond him being my Alpha, because if Ryder tried it, I’d push back, but with Callen… I want to please him; I want to be his to command.
My chest tightens. I almost lost this. Almost convinced myself that staying away would protect her, when really all it did was hurt her.
I won’t do that again.
I shift closer, brushing my knuckles down her arm, needing the contact. She stirs but doesn’t wake, just makes this little sigh that makes me want to scoop her up and never let her go. I press my forehead to her shoulder, breathing her in, letting the bond quiet all the noise in my head.
She’s ours. Mine, Callen’s, Ryder’s and Parker’s too. The thought should overwhelm me, but instead it settles me. For once, I don’t feel like I’m fighting against the tide.
I think maybe this is why the four of us were always so drawn together. The pack had thought it odd that the four of us had chosen to live together when we could have had our own space. Now I think we were preparing for this without realising it. We were making a family and a home, so that when our mate came along, everything would be ready. I’d just messed up a little at the final hurdle and needed my bond mates to get me back on track.
The quiet should be enough to put me under. Paige’s warmth, Callen’s steady breathing, the bond humming like a lullaby. But my mind won’t stop moving.
I keep thinking about the way Callen’s hand slid over mine earlier, guiding me. Not mocking, not competing. Just… including me. That’s not something I’m used to from him. With Callen, everything’s a push and pull, a constant fight for control. But tonight he didn’t fight. He opened a door, and I stepped through it.
I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my wolf pacing beneath my skin. He’s calmer than ever, but restless too, like he knows change is coming. Like he’s urging me not to screw this up.
I glance sideways at Callen. He’s half-asleep, his arm curled protectively around Paige. She nuzzles closer to him, and something tender twists in me.
For years, I thought finding a mate would ruin everything. I never imagined she could be fated to all of us. And Goddess help me, I’m so grateful for it. Because maybe this way, I don’t lose him either.
I run a hand over my face, swallowing down the mess of feelings clawing at me. Tomorrow, everything will be harder. Hunters are still out there. We can’t afford to let this fragile peace slip away.
When the pack finds out that all four of their strongest males are all mated to the same woman, a human woman no less, there will be some unrest. The unmated females who have been desperately trying to negotiate chosen mate bonds with the four of us will be the loudest about their disapproval. I can already see them trying to get to Paige, trying to subtly make her feel like she isn’t enough.
They’ll circle like vultures, putting pressure on us, waiting for our new bond group to collapse in on itself before the others can claim Paige, and maybe it will work. But lying here now, with Paige’s heartbeat a steady drum against mine, with Callen close enough to touch, I think maybe we have a chance.
I stroke a hand through Paige’s hair and my wolf settles, content for once.
Sleep finally drags me under.
The scent of coffee wakes me before anything else. The sheets under me are too soft; the air too warm. Then Paige shifts against me, and it all comes rushing back. Last night. Her. Callen. The bond thrumming steady between us like a heartbeat.
I blink at the morning light filtering through the curtains. Callen is still beside her, his arm over her waist, his face buried against her neck. He looks younger in sleep. Paige’s hair is a wild tangle around both of them.
I should get up. I should slip out, give them space before I ruin it somehow. That’s what I’ve always done, leave before anyone can ask me to. But I don’t move.
Instead, I let myself watch them. I study the faint freckles spattered across Paige’s cheeks, and her high cheekbones. She is gorgeous. The sunlight highlights stunning copper tones in her hair, and I could spend hours studying it. Callen has a distinct glow about him lately, like his skin is radiant with his happiness, despite everything going on around us. There’s a peace here I’ve never known, a domestic quiet I didn’t think I’d ever be part of. It scares me how much I want it.
Paige wakes first. Her eyes blink open, and land right on me. For a moment she just watches, then she smiles. She is happy I’m still here.
“Morning,” she whispers.
My throat’s too tight to answer, so I just nod. She shifts closer, her hand brushing my chest. That simple touch soothes me more than I want to admit.
Callen groans low. He presses a kiss to her neck before his eyes crack open and find mine.
For a heartbeat, it’s tense, like he’s measuring me, waiting for me to bolt, or say something that might upset Paige. When I don’t, he smiles.
Then the thumping of small feet echoes down the hall, followed by a knock that’s more of a slam.
“Mummy! Are you in there?”
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Paige sits up fast, tugging the sheet around her, though the smile on her face gives her away. “Yeah, baby, come in.”
The door bursts open, and Jaxon barrels in, his hair sticking up in every direction, holding al toy truck in one hand. He climbs straight onto the bed like he owns the place, wedging himself right between Paige and Callen without hesitation.
My chest goes tight in a whole different way. I’ve fought rogues four times his size without blinking, but one look from this kid makes me want to sit up straighter, soften my voice, get it right. Not just because he’s our future Alpha, but because he’s my mate’s son, he’s her universe.
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