The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

**Paige’s POV **

The morning starts quietly with three of my mates still out on patrol.

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Sunlight peeks through the curtains, making a warm golden line across the bed. For a few moments, I just breathe, focussing on the steady rhythm of it and the warmth pressed against my back. Then Callen shifts, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me even closer into the heat of his chest.

“Morning,” I mumble, my voice still thick with sleep.

He hums against my shoulder, the sound low and content. “Not yet,” he whispers. “Five more

minutes.”

I smile against the pillow. “I’m sure you said that half an hour ago.”

“I lied,” he says, and I swear I can hear a grin in his voice.

His hand slides up my stomach, tracing soothing circles that make it impossible to argue. There’s something so peaceful about him in the mornings, his usual cocky swagger replaced by something softer. I turn in his arms to face him, and his eyes open slowly, sleepy blue flecked with grey.

“Hey,” he says, looking at me like I’m the best part of his morning.

“Hey,” I echo, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “You always look smug when you wake

up.”

“Only when I wake up next to you.”

I roll my eyes, and he catches my hand, pressing a kiss on my knuckles before I can pull away. His lips are warm, and there’s no teasing behind it, just quiet affection.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his tone softer now. “After yesterday… the meeting, the stress.”

“Yeah,” I say, but my voice comes out weak. “Yesterday was a lot. I just keep waiting for things to calm down, and they never do.”

He studies me for a long moment. “They will,” he says finally. “We’ll make sure of it. You’ve got us, Paige, and we won’t rest until you are happy.”

Something in my chest tightens, and I nod, leaning forward until my forehead rests against his. We stay like that for a while, breathing each other in, the rest of the world forgotten.

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Then, he tilts his head just enough for his lips to touch mine in a feather-light kiss.

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When I smile against his mouth, he deepens it, but it’s still gentle. It’s not hungry or rushed, just real.

By the time we pull apart, the sunlight has climbed higher, and the sound of small footsteps across the hall breaks the stillness.

“Guess our five minutes are up,” I whisper.

Callen groans, flopping back onto the pillow. “Your kid has terrible timing. I. Was just about to seduce you.”

I laugh, tossing the quilt aside. “Come on, grump. Let’s make breakfast before he takes himself downstairs and starts eating the cereal straight from the box again.”

He mutters something about how Jaxon gets that chaos from his dad but follows anyway, pulling on a T-shirt as we head downstairs.

The kitchen is cool and bright, with the faint scent of spice from last night’s dinner still lingering. I flick on the kettle while Callen rummages in the fridge.

“Eggs?” he asks.

“Eggs,” I confirm, reaching for a pan. “And the sausages before they go off.”

He hums under his breath as he prepares to cook. I watch him for a moment, enjoying the domestic ease of it. It’s strange how natural it feels, this quiet rhythm between us. I feel like this is how it was always supposed to be.

Jaxon appears in the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction. “Morning, Mummy,” he mumbles. Then, spotting Callen, he brightens instantly. “ Morning, Uncle Cal!”

“Morning, little man,” Callen says, grinning as he hands him a glass of apple juice. “Are you hungry?”

Jaxon nods. “I’m starving. Can I help cook?”

I smile and hand him a fork. “You can stir the eggs, but make sure you do it gently so you don’t spill.”

He climbs onto a chair beside me, his small hands concentrating hard on whisking while I steady the bowl. Callen pretends to supervise, though he’s clearly just watching us with that quiet, content smile of his.

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It’s one of those moments that feels impossibly ordinary, and yet, for us, it’s everything.

We’re halfway through plating up when the sound of the back door opening catches my

attention.

“Smells good in here,” Ryder says as he walks in with Parker and Remy close behind.

Jaxon squeals, abandoning his fork to race toward them. “Daddy! Remy! Parker!”

“Josh and his enforcers, and Marcus from the River Pack. They want to hold a meeting to discuss the hunters and possible cooperation between the territories.”

“Which means this threat’s getting too big to ignore,” Remy says. “When are they coming?”

Ryder checks his phone again. “Tomorrow. Early afternoon. We will need to have the hall set up.”

I listen while the guys start throwing around plans. They talk about extra security, enforcers to escort them from the border, a pack meet to make sure the whole pack’s ready to play nice. They’re acting like royalty’s coming to visit… or worse, like we’re about to be judged.

Ryder’s pacing, his shoulders tight, that dangerous edge in his movements that says he’s already preparing for a fight. Callen keeps checking his phone, his jaw flexing as if he’s one message away from losing his calm. Even Parker, usually the steady one, looks wired, his fingers drumming on the counter, his gaze flicking to me like he’s making sure I’m still there. Remy is silent, too still, his eyes tracking each of them like he’s calculating every possible outcome before it happens.

Their tension hums through the room. I don’t know who these people are, but if they can rattle them this much… maybe I should be worried too.

A flicker of unease tightens in my chest, but it isn’t fear, not exactly. I might not understand all the politics or the history between these packs, but I do understand what’s at stake. This is my home now, my family, and I refuse to stand by while everything we’re trying to build is threatened.

The thought of anyone walking in here and trying to test Ryder and Callen’s authority or putting my mates on edge makes something fierce rise in me. I spent years surviving on my own; I can survive this too, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s ours.

“Should we be worried?” I ask, finally daring to speak up.

Callen looks at me, his expression serious. “Midnight is one of the two largest neighbouring packs. They’re powerful, traditional, and not known for handing out trust easily. They have never agreed to a visit before.”

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“If we can get them to agree to work with us against the hunters, we are in a much better position to hold our territory and bring safety back to the pack,” Ryder explains.

A heavy silence settles over the room. It’s not fear exactly, more the weight of understanding that this is a huge deal for them. If they can convince this pack to join forces with us, we might have a future here.

N.O Darling

Sorry for the lack of updates this weekend, it was my wedding anniversary and we took some time to celebrate.I just want to thank every one of you for reading my book and your lovely feedback. The Lost Pack is officially the number one 1 best seller on the app today!!

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