Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

"Charlotte is out there somewhere, alone and afraid, and I am powerless to save her." I said coldly, sucking down the sob that threatened to escape my throat. Havoc's fur ruffled as he threw his head back and let out a gut-wrenching howl that broke my heart further. "Chase is with her, he won't let anything happen to her. He will die before that filth touches her." Adam announced with a firmness I almost believed. As I stood there, lost in my grief, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of something far darker and more sinister than any of us could have ever imagined.

"Havoc, I need Knox." I sighed resting my head on Havoc's large shoulder. "I promise I will call for you when I have answers, I will need you to rip the bastard apart!" I admitted as I looked up into the red eyes of Havoc. An understanding passed between us as he moved to the back of the room to change. Pulling my eyes from the spot, surrendering myself to the knowledge that Charlotte was not returning, I met the concerned eyes of my father. Adam and Liam stood close by while Sebastian watched from the doorway a silent observer of the chaos.

"Son, I can't help you if you don't let me in and tell me what the fuck is going on. Starting with why my Beta is chained like a dog." My father breathed, stepping towards where Anthony sat, gagged and bound.

"I wouldn't," I warned my father, Havoc's low growl mirroring my own concerns and getting my father's attention.

"He is a traitor." Liam declared, unbothered by the growing tension, the fact he was not family or part of this pack made it easier for him to deliver the news, he wasn't concerned for my father's feelings or his reputation. "What? Have you all lost your minds?" My father scoffed, taking a step closer to his Beta and oldest friend.

"It is true, Anthony is a traitor," Adam stated bluntly, his voice carrying the weight of undeniable truth, the words hung in the air, a damning verdict that seemed to echo through the room.

start talking,

plaster and photo frames flying to the ground but I

announced the first

in my grief that I hadn't noticed him shifting back. Our eyes met over the

the weight of

I lifted my eyes

pulling at us across the room like an invisible thread. In a few short strides, Knox was in my arms, his head buried against my chest as

voice muffled against my shirt. "I should have been quicker. I should have

not your fault, Knox,"

For a moment, we simply stood there, clinging

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