Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
After losing her parents, Paige vowed to survive for her son, Jaxon. But when her six-year-old is expelled for accidentally hurting a friend, her fragile world starts to crumble. As her husband grows distant and the town turns against them, Paige must uncover the truth behind Jaxon’s strange strength—and the secrets threatening to destroy their family.
I rise slowly, my legs trembling as the adrenaline fades, and the four of them shift closer like they’re afraid I might crumble, and maybe I would, if they weren’t here. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper honestly. “They hate me for being human. They don’t want me as their Luna,…
The shots zoom closer, faces picked out from the crowd. At first, I don’t recognise them, but as I flick to the marked images, my stomach sinks and a growl rumbles in my chest. One man in the background, wearing a dark jacket, blends into the crowd, but his eyes are familiar. I’ve seen him…
I can’t deny I needed the rest, though. Even without him, I’d ended up curling into his sheets, deciding to spend the night in his bed, anyway. It felt good to have some space to myself. I hadn’t realised how much I needed it. As I drifted off, my mind wandered into dangerous territory… thoughts…
Jaxon bursts into a fit of giggles. “He wants to play!” Callen chuckles beside me. “Looks like someone’s already recovered from patrol.” I watch as my son scrambles up and chases after the wolf, who never gets too far ahead, slowing his pace so Jaxon can almost catch him before darting away again. Watching him…
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…
He doesn’t notice me at first, too busy waffling on about his truck and how it can go “super fast, faster than Uncle Callen’s wolf, probably.” That earns him a rumbling laugh from Callen, who scoops him closer. Paige beams at them both, brushing Jaxon’s hair back. Then Jaxon finally turns, and his bright eyes…
“You trust me, don’t you?” “Yes, but…” “Good.” He pulls me to his bedroom; the door clicking shut behind us. My pulse stutters when he spins me around, backing me against the door, his grin turning downright sinful. “Callen,” I whisper, my heart racing. “I’ve got an idea,” he whispers, leaning in until his lips…
Remy finally pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes like fire. “Say it. Tell me you want this, that you want us.” “I want you,” I whisper, breathless. My gaze flicks to Callen, whose smirk has softened. “I want both of you.” Whatever restraint Remy had shatters. He drags the shirt over…
I cup his cheek. “I don’t want distance, Remy. I want you. All of you. Even when it’s messy.” His lips part, his eyes burning, and before he can answer, Callen lets out a low, satisfied sigh beside me. He drapes a strong arm around my waist, tugging me against his chest, sandwiching me between…
There were nights he made me laugh so hard my ribs ached, mornings when he kissed my forehead before work, times I thought he truly loved me. Those memories clash violently with the truth of what I know now; that maybe all of it was a mask, a role he played to keep me blind.…