Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0259

Lottie POV

Havoc's possessive actions only intensified the atmosphere, charging the air with pent-up rage and ridiculous testosterone. The bar's patrons recoiled, some with fear glinting in their eyes, others with a spark of excitement at the imminent violence. While many didn't seem to notice as they too had lunged into a harrowing fight. Tables were pushed back, and glasses clinked and spilt as everyone braced for the impending storm. Suddenly, Adam's wolf burst through the crowd. His eyes were venomous, his body rippling with pent-up aggression as he charged at Havoc.

The collision of the two wolves was a spectacle of raw, brutal power. Adam's wolf was fearless, launching himself at Havoc with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. He swiped viciously, his claws searching for any weak spot, his teeth bared in a snarl of pure rage. Havoc, equally formidable, parried each attack with skilled manoeuvres, countering with powerful strikes that were calculated and brutal.

"Sage, how can they be so brutal and yet so... precise?" I uttered, stunned by the sheer intensity of the fight before me.

"They are both alpha's in their own right, char. And they are fighting for the same reason; neither are going to back down." She explained and warned. Her words had my heart tightening like it was being crushed in a vice.

"What are they fighting for? The right to induce chaos?" I snarled as I sidestepped a glass that came hurtling across the floor at speed.

"No, protecting you." she expressed, her tone ripe with irritation as we looked on at the fight. It was obvious Havoc's strength and power were almost unmatchable, but Adam's bravery and ferocity were undoubtedly surprising, even to me.

"Lottie." Liam gasped as another piece of furniture hurtled towards us, missing us by an inch. Now, he was stuttering; his eyes darted nervously as he tried to keep me out of harm's way.

"Lottie, we need to... stay back," he managed to say, his voice strained under the tension of the moment. I should have moved, but my feet were rooted to the spot, too absorbed in the scene as dread licked at my spine.

their wills clashing with ferocious intensity. The chaos they caused around them seemed to amplify with every blow exchanged, growls and snaps echoing through

throat. My heart stopped, panic seizing me as I envisioned the worst. I tore myself from Chase's grip, my feet carrying me forward

screamed, my voice piercing through the growls and snarls. Miraculously, he paused, his eyes-wild and red-locking onto mine. "Don't hurt him," I pleaded, my voice breaking with the weight of

elbow as he yanked me back to safety. "You must never interfere with Alphas in combat! They're in the zone-seeing red. They can't

them this. Frustrated and angry, I pulled

hand resting on my stomach to signal that

a sudden surge of strength, he rolled, flipping Havoc beneath him. The tables turned in an instant, Adam now on top, his jaws snapping just inches from Havoc's exposed neck. The movement was swift, a blur of fur and fangs, the impact sending

fear and

emotions a whirlwind. Adam, my brother,

not only relied on

deeply loved. His fierce

a testament to a bond stronger than I had realised. Seeing him in such perit,

ran left me feeling both grateful and terrified as I stood helplessly watching some of the most important

transcended simple emotions. My heart ached for him, too, fearful

sight of them

in my

to scream, to run between them and force them to stop, yet I knew it was impossible.