When he looks back at me, something changes. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken, but not with anger. It’s something far more intense, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck rise. ok over my
Before I can process it, before I can even tell him Jaxon is missing, his hand is back over my mouth. With his free hand, he yanks at the collar of the T-shirt I borrowed from Parker until I hear the soft rip of fabric. His eyes bore into mine for a second, and then his head dips low and his teeth sink into the curve of my neck.
A muffled cry bursts from me, silenced by his palm. The initial bite is a sharp, tearing sting that sends a shockwave down my spine, but then… oh God…. it shifts. The pain dissolves into a molten rush of heat exploding under my skin and spreading outward in waves.
My nails dig into his forearm as the burn transforms into something else entirely… fierce pleasure. It rolls through me, overwhelming in its intensity, making it impossible to think of anything but him, his teeth, the primal claim he’s making on me.
The world melts
Until there’s just the press of his naked body, the steady strength in his hold, and the pull threading into my very soul. Then I feel it. I feel him.
Not just his body pressed to mine, but his presence, his heartbeat, his steadiness sliding into place inside me like he was always meant to be there. The mate bond snaps into place with a jolt, like a bullet buried deep in my chest.
When he pulls back, his breath is ragged, and his lips graze my jaw, almost like a kiss. Hist voice is inside my head now. It’s strange but oddly reassuring to know I’ll never have to be truly alone again.
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“Paige, listen to me. If you can hear me, just nod.”
I blink, dazed by the rush of heat and connection still flooding my veins, but I nod.
“Good. Parker has Jaxon, He’s safe.”
Relief hits me so hard I almost sob.
“I’m going to draw the hunters away from here.”
Panic flares in my chest. He’s going toward danger, just like the others. ice continues, rant but le
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“You should be faster now,” his “Run back to the house. and hide there. Don’t stop for anything. Do you understand?”
I nod, still still not sure if I can speak back to him through the mind link or even how to try. The bond hums between us, carrying his emotions, his unspoken apology for doing this now, like this.
His gaze softens, just for a second, before he pokes his head up, out of the ditch. He freezes, listening, then moves, silent and sure. The next heartbeat, he’s gone, vanishing into the darkness.
“Go now, Paige,” his voice rings in my mind, making me flinch in surprise.
I move, scrambling up, out of the small ditch. I turn back the way I’d come and I run.
Remy was right… my god, was he right.
I’m fast. Faster than I’ve ever been. My bare feet barely make a sound against the forest floor as I run over branches and rocks like they’re not even there. The wind is cool against my flushed skin.
Every sound is clearer too, the rustle of leaves to my left, the creak of a branch overhead, and faint howls in the distance. Somewhere behind me, a twig snaps. I push harder. My legs o don’t ache. My lungs don’t burn. It’s as if the bond has flipped a switch inside me, unlocking something primal and wild. I might not have a wolf of my own, but I have his. Remy’s wolf, lending me his strength.
I leap over a fallen log without breaking stride. I almost ran into a low branch, but I duck without thinking, my body reacting before my brain could even process. It feels right. As if I was always supposed to be this way.
The porch light of the house appears through the trees faster than should have been possible. My heart stutters, my legs pumping harder until I’m bursting out of the treeline and across the yard in a blur. I don’t slow until I’m inside, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it. My breath comes in heavy gasps, yet my body feels alive and wired, as if every sense is heightened.
The air inside the house feels warmer, safer somehow. I lean back against the door, pressing a trembling hand to my neck. It still throbs lightly where he bit me, but the heat in my veins hasn’t cooled. The bond hums, a living thing, tethering me to him even across the growing distance.
Somewhere out there, Remy is fighting to keep them away from me. I feel him. His fierce. protectiveness. His desire for love, for me. He can’t hide it behind unfriendly looks or hurtful comments anymore.
Remy claimed me. I’m his, but it’s more than that, because he’s mine, too.
I don’t realise I’m clutching the door handle until my fingers ache. I force them to loosen, but I don’t move away from the door.
The house is too quiet without Jax or my mates. My stomach knots with a need to hold my son, to protect him, but then I remember Remy’s words. Parker has Jaxon. He’s safe.
Probably safer than he was with me.
I close my eyes and reach for that new thread in my mind. Trying to work out this mind-link stuff. The bond is strange. It’s too new for me to fully understand, but it’s there, pulsing faintly like a second heartbeat that isn’t mine.
When I focus, I can feel him more intensely. Not clearly, not like a conversation, but in flashes. A rush of wind against fur. The dull pound of paws against the ground. His warning. growl. Then an impact.
It jolts through me like static. Not pain, but the ghost of it, enough to make me gasp. My hand clutches the door again for balance. I get a faint rush of adrenaline that isn’t mine, and then I feel his determination.
He’s not running for his life. He’s leading them. Pulling them away from me.
I press my palm to the bite mark on my neck again, the throb a steady reminder of what just happened. What he just made us, and I know with certainty, that when this night is over, nothing between us will ever be the same.
Outside, the soft creak of the porch floorboards breaks the silence. My head snaps up, every muscle locking, but a second later a familiar voice whispers from behind the door.
“It’s me,” Parker says, and I almost collapse as relief sweeps through me so hard my knees. buckle.
I fumble trying to unlock the door, and I yank it open to see Jaxon’s pale face. He runs at me, and I drop to the floor, wrapping him in my arms as all the emotions flood out in uncontrollable sobs.
“I’m sorry, Mummy,” he cries.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. We are both okay,” I soothe, breathing him in.
Parker follows him in, closing the door behind him. He disappears into the house and then returns a moment later with a blanket. He crouches beside us, wrapping us in the blanket.
“Thank you,” I breathe.
“Mum,” Jax whispers quietly in my ear. “Did you know Parker can turn into a wolf?”
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