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.
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…
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…
“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…
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.…
“I saw, baby.” My voice cracks. “They are amazing.” He leans into me, yawning, his small body trembling with leftover excitement. I look up just as the wolves shift back, one by one, clothes quickly being tugged on. Parker ruffles Jax’s hair, Ryder brushes a kiss to my temple. Callen winks. Remy stands slightly apart,…
Remy’s voice is ragged. “I don’t deserve you.” Shake m myb 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…
For a while, it feels normal… sunlight, laughter, muddy shoes on the porch. Remy heads back out with the patrol, and Ryder and Callen leave to do their Alpha duties, checking on their injured and coordinating with the pack. Parker is so patient with Jaxon. Answering his endless questions… Why does your fur look different…
I force myself to breathe, to meet each of their eyes in turn. “Then tell me what I can do to help. Whatever comes next, I’m in.” Silence stretches after my words. The weight of everything makes me want to scream, and I know sleep won’t come easily tonight. **Paige’s POV ** Ryder finally stops…