**Paige’s POV **


    I stand at the bedroom window, frozen.


    I hadn’t meant to watch.


    I’d just wanted to look out at the trees. To look at anything that might slow the spin in my head after everything that’s happened.


    Instead, I saw them.


    Callen and Remy.


    Kissing…. still kissing.


    It’s not just any kiss. It’s a im. An unspoken promise that I swear I can hear from here.


    My stomach flips, confusion and something else twisting through me. I don’t look away. I can’t, because this… this changes everything.


    I should look away. I should. But I don’t.


    My hand grips the window frame so hard my knuckles ache, but I don’t move. I just watch.


    Callen’s pressed against Remy like he’s trying to be part of him, his body firm, iming and dominant, just like he had been with mest night. Remy’s not pushing him away. He’s not angry. He’s melting. Letting himself be kissed like he’s waited a lifetime for it. Like this is the first time he’s allowed himself to want anything without shame.


    Callen’s hand disappears beneath Remy’s t–shirt, and Remy gasps, his head falling back against the tree as Callen kisses along his jaw, his throat, like he’s staking his im one breath at a time.


    I swallow hard, my heart thudding in a way that feels way too close to arousal.


    What the hell is wrong with <b>me</b>?


    This should hurt. This should feel like betrayal, like proof that everything I’ve been telling myself is true. Callen never really wanted me, not fully, but that’s not what it feels like.


    Not at all.


    I feel heat crawl up my neck, blooming over my chest and pooling low in my belly as I watch Callen grip Remy’s hip, their bodies grinding together in a way that’s definitely not just friendly.


    <i>My </i>breath catches as Remy fumbles with Callen’s shirt, tugging it up and off in one smooth motion. His hands roam <b>across </b>Callery’s bare chest like he’s been memorising him in secret for years and Callen lets


    him.


    I should be disgusted. Jealous, even. Raging. Instead, I feel something tighten deep inside me, undeniable,


    wanting and growing by the second.


    It makes no sense. Callen and I have barely even started. Even so, <b>I </b>should feel reced.


    So why do I feel drawn in?… like I’m watching something sacred. Something real.


    Their kiss turns deeper, hungrier, and I flinch, but not because I want it to stop, but because I want to join


    them.


    The thought ms into me with terrifying rity.


    Oh, hell… I want both of them.


    My breathes faster now, lips parted as I back away from the window. Forcing myself to turn away with my heart racing.


    This changes everything. Not just what I know about them, because I already kind of knew there was


    something between them, but what I know about myself.


    I pace the bedroom like a caged animal. My thoughts are loud, too loud. Crashing over each other, trying


    to make sense of what I felt when I saw them.


    press the heels of my hands into my eyes and blow out a shaky breath.


    <b>It </b>wasn’t just a kiss. It was everything.


    The way Callen touched him, the way Remy changed the moment he did. It was as if Callen drained all of


    Remy’s anger and pain with just that contact. I don’t know why, but it was beautiful to witness. To see the


    control that Callen has over him: How hemanded Remy so easily.


    How could I possibly feel jealous or betrayed over something that looked so right?


    They were like a fire, and I want to step closer to their heat.


    I run a hand through my still–damp hair and sink onto the edge of the bed, my elbows on my knees, trying


    to quiet the ache that’s blooming low and hot in my belly.


    Maybe I’m just broken. Too starved for affection, too tangled up in all this wolf–<b>bond </b>madness to know


    what’s real anymore. Maybe it’s just the bond. Some trick of nature.


    Except it doesn’t feel like a trick. And that <b>scares </b>me,


    I should confront them. Demand answers. Demand space, maybe?


    But I know I’ll look at Callen and lose the strength to be angry, and if I look at Remy right now… I honestly


    don’t know what I’ll do.


    I already have two mates. Two mates I’m still not 100<b>% </b>sure about, but that I <b>can’t </b>seem to resist. I can’t be fantasising about another man. Especially not one that has treated me the way Remy has.


    I know why he hates me. If it wasn’t clear before, it’s undeniable now.


    Footsteps on the stairs startle <b>me</b>. I scrub at my eyes <b>quickly</b>, willing my expression into something close


    to normal as I hear Jaxon’s familiar padding footsteps apanied by heavier ones behind him.


    “Mummy?” he calls, voice cheerful and sweet. “I’m done with the bath!”


    I stand quickly, wiping my mmy palms on my jeans just as the door swings open. Jaxon barges into the room, his damp hair sticking up at odd angles and wrapped in a towel that almost drowns him. Ryder follows, <b>a </b>wet t–shirt clinging to his chest. There’s a look about him, a softness in his eyes, like he’s still caught in whatever father and son moment they just shared.


    <b>“</b>Sorry,” Ryder says, gesturing to Jax. “He wouldn’t wait. Insisted he had toe and tell you everything.”


    “I was swimming!” Jaxon grins, eyes sparkling. “And dad didn’t get any shampoo in my eyes.”


    A breathyugh escapes me, and for a second, the confusion eases. I walk over and kneel to ruffle his hair.


    “Sounds like you had fun.”


    He nods, with a huge grin on his face, clutching the towel tighter as I reach into our bag for his clothes. My


    fingers fumble slightly, not from the task, but from the chaos of emotions still churning inside me.


    I nce up at Ryder. “Hey… um, I was thinking<b>.</b>”


    “That sounds dangerous.” He smirks.


    “Would you maybe want toe back to mine? Just for a few hours. Before school. Jax has some of his toys there, and I thought maybe it’d be nice for the two of you to hang out without everyone else around.”


    Ryder hesitates. I can tell it’s not out of reluctance, but because he’s trying to read between the lines. His gaze narrows slightly, as if searching for the real reason behind the offer.


    “I just think it might be… easier,” I add quickly, my voice too light. “Less distraction. Just you and him.”


    Ryder tilts his head, then nods. “Yeah. I’d like that.”


    “Yay!” Jaxon cheers. “Can we y football in the garden?”


    “You can do whatever you want,” I say, forcing a smile as I rise to my feet. “Let’s get you dressed<b>, </b>little


    man<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    He races off toward the pile of clothes I’ve just put on the bed, leaving me alone with Ryder again for a moment. He watches me carefully, arms folded over <b>his </b><b>chest</b>.


    “Are you okay?” he asks quietly.


    I nod. “Yeah. Just… a lot on my mind<b>.” </b>


    His eyes linger on mine for a <b>second </b>longer, but he doesn’t press. He just steps around me to help Jaxon with his shirt, giving me space I don’t deserve.


    <b>I </b>grab my bag with shaky fingers and head downstairs. The house is too quiet again, too still. I keep seeing them behind my eyelids. Callen’s hands on Remy, Remy’s <b>head </b>tipping back. That kiss… My skin flushes all


    over again<b>. </b>


    ( Chaptic30


    I need space. I need to think


    By the time Jaxones bounding down the stairs fully dressed, I’m about ready to run out of here. Ryder grabs Jaxon’s shoes and ruffles his hair as we move toward the door.


    “Got everything?” I ask, voice light, but my heart pounds harder with every step closer to the exit.


    Jaxon nods, and Ryder opens the door.


    They’re there.


    Callen and Remy. Just outside, walking toward the porch like they’d never kissed like that. Like they hadn’t scrambled my brain and my heart with a single moment under the trees.


    They were in the trees at the back, so why are they at the front now?


    Why is fate doing this to me right now?


    Callen stops short when he sees me. His eyes go from my face to the bag in my hand<b>, </b>to Jaxon bouncing beside me, and then finally to Ryder, who stands close behind me.


    His jaw tightens. Barely, but I see it.


    “Going somewhere?” he asks, voice low.


    I meet his eyes and force myself to stay still. “Just home. Jax wants some of his toys before school.”


    Remy’s gaze flickers to mine, then to Ryder, then back. He says nothing, but his fingers twitch, like they want to reach for Callen, but he doesn’t allow them to make contact.


    Jaxon runs to Callen, wrapping his arms around him for a hug and Callen strokes his head affectionately. but his eyes <b>are </b>on me. He studies me, seeing the tension I can’t hide.


    I feel the weight of his gaze on me. This isn’t just about toys, and he knows it, but he doesn’t call me out. He doesn’t say anything more. He just nods once, jaw clenched tight, and steps aside so we can pass.


    Jax runs back to Ryder, taking his hand, and I don’t look back. I can’t. Not when I feel them both burning holes in my back. Not when that kiss still burns behind my eyelids, and, worst of all, I desperately want to see it again. Want to be a part of it, of them.


    Lord help me.


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