** Paige’s POV **

By the time the afternoon rolls around, Ronnie is still here, sitting at the kitchen table with his sleeves rolled up and his hair sticking up like he’s been running a hand through it too many times.

My mates have gathered around him, Ryder leaning against the counter with that quiet Alpha intensity, Callen perched on the edge of the island, Remy and Parker sitting in the chairs. Jaxon’s in the living room a few feet away, humming to himself as he builds a fortress out ...