Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 93: You Can’t Prove It!

Lottie POV

Deciding to ignore my Father, no matter how much it killed me, I turned my attention to the Alphas before me and watched them process the information. I wasn’t sure what way this was all going to go; I had basically given them the rope to hang me and my pack with if they wanted to.

“Your pack?” Sage asked with a proud bite to her voice that had me shifting uncomfortably.

“You know what I mean!” I barked, ignoring her.

“I do… I am just glad YOU know now!” She remarked smugly, making me groan and focus back on the Alphas, realising I was missing one; Chase was standing between Mike’s legs, eyeing him like he was a nice juicy pork chop, while Liam was staring at me with an unsettling look hiding behind his eyes.

“Where is Adam?” I asked as an almighty scream ripped through the room, spinning. I turned to see my Father on his knees before Adam, his cuffed hands pulled up painfully in the air, the metal chain held tightly in Adam’s large hand. It took me a moment to process why my Father was screaming.

But then I saw it: his finger bent at an unnatural angle.

“How many times did he call Lottie a whore again?” He asked Chase, who held six fingers up.

“Six… Really?” Adam asked as he snapped another finger to the chorus of my

Father’s cries.

“I thought it was less than that!” Adam announced, but in the next breath, broke a third, then fourth, digit.

“Well, it was twice. but..”

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stop!” My Father screamed to my delight as a fifth digit snapped the sound of bone

us that have heard it, so two, times three..”

six.” Liam nodded at Chase as Adam re–snapped the first digit at such an angle I knew even his wolf would struggle to repair

needs a wanking hand! Or I may as well kill him now!” Adam scoffed, dropping my Father’s hands behind

pretty fucked up maths!” I noted without emotion that my Father deserved whatever these men gave him, and if he thought I

Alpha Leigh was injured so fatally,” Adam asked, running a hand

My Father barked out a laugh, shaking his head through soft, snotty pants. “You need to look closer to home for those answers, sweetheart!” My Father mocked me from

is fighting for his life,” I replied to the Alphas, not giving my Father the rise he obviously wanted from me. “I need to know how to counteract the shit they have given you all, so his wolf can heal him because otherwise… He will die! My

deciding if I was in for a penny,

my sentence with a sigh that

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I need to find a way to fix

you’re sure it affected all of us? I feel no different?”

arched brow.

before he could hear my words, he yanked the letter open. from Mike’s hand and used it to make a small cut on his wrist. We all observed with hopeful eyes for it to heal, and when it didn’t, I watched the three of them exchange

of a scream forcing my eyes to fly open.

long enough! He will be dead within the hour!” My Father laughed bitterly. “What do you think the pack will say, Charlotte, when they hear you tortured their beta?” My Father asked, clutching at straws. “They will overthrow you! And

I shrugged, kneeling before him, sensing a warm body behind me. I knew one of the males was ready to step in in case my Father tried anything. But even I could see he was broken and talking crap; he

had. No one did!

them… and I tell the pack the truth that you and Mike are the

can’t prove it!” He snarled, his lips curling to show me his

to save your ass from fear of the pack finding out..

and hide.” He seethed at me, his eyes locked

dead!” I winked. at him and stood. My eyes fell on

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