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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fifth digit snapped the sound of bone crunching loudly bounced

heard it, so two, times three..” Chase

six.” Liam nodded at Chase as Adam re–snapped the first digit at such an angle

well kill him now!” Adam scoffed, dropping

I noted without emotion that my Father deserved whatever these men gave him, and if he

was injured so fatally,” Adam asked,

laugh, shaking his head through soft, snotty pants. “You need to look closer to home for those answers, sweetheart!” My Father mocked me from the corner he was now nestled in.

know how to counteract the shit they have given you all, so his wolf can heal him because otherwise… He will die! My best friend will lose her

deciding if I was in for a penny, I may as well

finished my sentence with a sigh that had him almost as

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find a way to fix

all of us? I feel no

arched brow.

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 a nod and knew

my eyes to

think the pack will say, Charlotte, when they hear you tortured their beta?” My Father asked, clutching at straws. “They will

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 clue how long

had. No one did!

take your body with them… and I tell the pack the truth that you and Mike are the ones responsible

He snarled, his lips curling

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

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

be hard to do when you’re dead!” I winked. at him and stood. My eyes fell on Mike, who was

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