Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0227

Knox POV

I sat at the bar, nursing my fifth drink of the day. The White Flag was a sleek, modern joint just outside pack territory, a haven for all supernaturals. The bar had a sophisticated vibe, with plush leather seats, ambient lighting, and a polished mahogany counter that gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. It was a place where everyone was welcome, as long as they followed the two rules: no fighting! And leave the drama at the door.

Around me, vampires, werewolves, and even a few fae mingled, their conversations a low hum of different languages and dialects. The air was filled with the scent of expensive colognes and perfumes, mixed with the unique musk of supernatural beings.

I took another swig of the bar's special liquor, a potent blend designed to get even the strongest werewolf drunk. It burned on the way down, but I welcomed the pain. It was better than the emptiness I felt inside. I missed Lottie. Each day without her felt like a fresh wound, and Connie, my "new mate", was only making things worse with her incessant neediness.

"Another one," I muttered to the bartender, sliding my empty glass across the counter. He raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He knew me well enough by now. I have been here all day, every day this month, after all. He poured another generous measure of the amber liquid and pushed it towards me.

I stared at the drink, my mind drifting back to Lottie. Her smile, her laugh, the way she made everything seem okay. She was my anchor, and without her, I was adrift. Connie's clinginess was suffocating me. I just wanted to drown my sorrows and forget about all the mistakes I had made.

"Rough day?" A tall, dark-haired vampire took the seat next to me, glancing at me with curiosity.

"You could say that," I replied, not really in the mood for conversation.

talk about it?" he pressed, his eyes glinting with

expressed flatly. "Just want to drink." He shrugged and ordered his own

drunk my drink? I wondered as I looked at my empty

him. Waving him off I nursed the drink and let my mind drift to Kane. I knew I had fucked

snorted, earning a

to my drink and anger. Kane could keep up the facade that everything was fine. But

all of

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without Lottie. And Connie... she was just a reminder of everything that

the sharp edges of my regret. I could feel the eyes of the other patrons on me, some curious, others

own mind.

kicking him out of my mind. I ignored it. He could handle the meeting

my eyes, trying to shut

a dull roar, and fora

it was