Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 27: Good Cop, Bad Cop.

Kane POV

I knew this reaction was a possibility when I decided to take matters into my own hands and force my father’s hand. Did it feel good that I had gotten her drunk and convinced her being out mate was a good idea? Well, it didn’t feel amazing! But it felt a hell of a lot better than watching her father and mine force her to marry that jumped–up prick! So there was that.

I knew I had played d*rty and should have trusted that she would make the right decision and choose Knox or I over that slimeball. But simply put, I didn’t trust him

not to beat me to it and force her hand.

Like I had!

Did that make me as bad as Mike?

Sighing, feeling her frustrations through the link, I ran a hand through my hair and looked over at the closed bathroom door Knox had disappeared into. Licking my dry l*ps, I pulled the bedroom door open, clinging to the towel wrapped around my waist. I headed one door down to the spare room Knox, and I used to use for gaming. I pushed it open, expecting to see Charlotte standing there, arms crossed

in a mood.

But I found nothing but the bed I had arranged to be brought in along with a dressing table and wardrobe, admittedly, it didn’t have any of her personal effects in yet, but I had made an effort to make sure she had her own space. Somewhere safe! Tucked between my room and Knox’s where she should be!

“Where are you?” I asked Charlotte through our link, closing my eyes and feeling her anger ripple down the bond.

“Go fuck yourself!” She snapped, kicking me out the link, a smirk played at the corner of my l*ps. Fine, if this is the game she wants to play, I will play it! Knox can be the good cop she has painted him as, and I will be the bad cop! But ultimately, I

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be the one to keep her

have eyes on Charlotte?” I asked my sister through our pack

me groan audibly

in the doorway, clutching moor open to the sounds of

realising how this

to the door, her hand outstretched to my chest as if that would push me back

a flirtatious

vomit.

I asked, arching a brow. Daring her to lie

mate.

on the slutty dress she had on that barely covered her large breasts. Scoffing in disgust, I looked. away, not

who was rolling her eyes. “The trailer trash you keep at your side doesn’t paint a good picture to your new pack.” I added. “You want them to respect you! Not wondering if you work at the same strip club with…it!” I snarled, my eyes remaining on Lilly’s, not wanting to give

stepped into me with a squeal. “Oh my god, you are mated!” Lilly screeched, her

sighed, stepped into the room

brow at me as she pointed a

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head, wanting to protect

is a good girl, Kane. She won’t be interested in your bullshit!” Lilly

I smiled darkly. “You can either come out, Charlotte, or I will drag your ass

here!” Lilly laughs, crossing her arms over her chest and popping her hip to glare at me. Sometimes I forget she wasn’t the same snot–nosed brat I had left but

my eyes on my sister, waiting for her to fight me on it. But realisation seemed to dawn on her, and she stepped back, pointing to a door,

open to find my mate, ignoring me as she rummaged through Lilly’s

go to your room and get

name printed on it. No doubt the gown she had

Lilly asked from somewhere behind me. Closing my eyes, I could hear the hurt in her voice and turned to face