** Callen’s POV **

I have never knelt for anyone, not truly.

I’ve bowed my head in respect. I’ve lowered my stance to calm a pack fight. I’ve submitted in strategy and diplomacy. But kneeling… offering my throat, my power, my will, that has never belonged to anyone but me. Until her.

Paige stands in the centre of the bedroom, golden light barely contained beneath her skin. The cabin is quiet. Too quiet. With Jax at school and Ryder, Parker and Remy nowhere near this place, we are ...