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.

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 in a calming gesture, his expression lined

late than never." I yelped, unable to hide my irritation at Chase, who was finally stepping in to help. Although, if I was honest, it seemed he was always there to save the damn day: one way or another. Chase's eyes

needs his beauty sleep," Chase offered to Havoc, who was eyeing the three like a predator

Havoc snarled as he moved closer

with Havoc's presence fill with anger. A roar exploded from Knox's lungs. In an

and I had forgotten what a scary fucker he was. "Slightly melodramatic." Sage muttered, but I could

my damn point." I spluttered before I felt myself hurtled backwards

bristling with the raw power of his supernatural form.

black beast but just as problematic. His body bore the scars of numerous battles, patches of fur missing from his rugged hide, a testament to his militant

sound of glass shattering and furniture breaking added to the racket, but my eyes were focused on my brother's wolf and the

sure Adam would succeed against. My throat stuck together from dread and regret at not knowing Adam better because

The normally peaceful

establishment, known as a

community, had transformed into a battleground. Supernaturals

factions seized the opportunity

old scores, their