Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0258

Lottie POV

As my eyes met Adam's, I felt my body shrink, seeing his eyes were filled with anger and distress, and I knew it was because he was pained by the sight of me reduced to this 'state', struggling on the floor amidst the chaos. That he liked to remark was beneath 'us'. "You are bleeding," Adam seethed, his gaze shifting from my knees to Havoc.

"Shit." I muttered seeing Adam's eyes cast in a crazed rage.

"Char, you need to help." Sage warned as the seriousness of the situation dawned on me: All hell was about to break loose.

"No." I whispered, panicked, frantically looking for Chase as I tried to find the words to explain that it wasn't Havoc's fault.

"Adam.. It's not what you think.." I started to say, but he pinned me with a stare that had ice settling at the base of my spine and my words evaporating from my throat.

"It never is," he scoffed before turning his attention back to Knox's dangerous wolf. "Happy now? Now you have brought her down to the gutter with you?" Adam roared, his tone riddled with contempt.

"Adam." Chase snapped from beside me, but it was too late; his words stung, and my heart sank as the embarrassment of everyone hearing this accusation added to my distress.

with my angry older brother while stepping closer to me, his eyes frantically looking for something. "So how about we calm our tits, bro, or we are all mincemeat" I heard Chase warn as he stepped closer to Adam while nodding for someone to approach, his hands raised

damn day: one way or another. Chase's eyes shot to mine; his brows lifted in

his beauty sleep," Chase offered to Havoc, who

Havoc snarled as he

seethed, his words catching Havoc off guard; I noted seeing Knox's eyes that shone with Havoc's presence fill with anger. A roar exploded from Knox's lungs. In an

adjust to Havoc's form. It had been months since I had seen Havoc in all his glory, and I had forgotten what a scary fucker he was. "Slightly melodramatic." Sage

felt myself hurtled backwards at an alarming rate. I realised too late to right myself and that I was quickly being thrown into Chase's

his body expanding, fur bristling with the raw power of his supernatural form. Reminding us that he was indeed a hellhound, his presence dominating and fearsome, a creature of nightmares? Everyone screamed and scrambled for shelter, and I

red-furred wolf, smaller than Havoc's black beast but just as problematic. His body bore

was thick with fear, the tension palpable as chaos erupted. Screams echoed around the room, the sound of glass shattering and furniture breaking added to the racket, but my eyes were focused on

on his back alone, and Havoc was a formidable foe, one I wasn't sure Adam would succeed against. My throat stuck together from dread and regret at not knowing Adam better because this very well might be the

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among the supernatural community, had

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