Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0276

Mike POV

Hanging from the ceiling in this forsaken chamber, time had lost all meaning. My arms screamed in agony, the chains biting into raw wrists, but the physical pain was a welcome distraction from the emptiness gnawing at my soul. The darkness was absolute, broken only by

the occasional drip of water echoing through the damp stone walls.

Suddenly, a stirring within jolted me from my stupor. Flint, my wolf, awakened after months of silence. His presence was like a sharp inhale after being submerged underwater.

"Lottie," Flint whispered, his voice a blend of longing and fury. "She's here." I stiffened, scarcely daring to believe it.

"Impossible," I replied internally. "How could she be here? This must be another one of their twisted tricks."

"You fool. She's here, and it's because of you that we lost her." Flint growled a low rumble that resonated in my bones. His words cut deep. Flint had abandoned me, retreating into the recesses of my mind after the unforgivable acts I'd committed. Months without his presence had left me feeling hollow, but now his return only amplified my guilt.

"I didn't mean for things to end up like this," I muttered defensively.

"Intentions mean nothing when your actions betray your words," he snapped back. "We had everything, and you threw it away with your deceit." The sound of soft footsteps echoed faintly from the corridor. My heart lurched. Could it really be her? Was Lottie truly here? Flint's renewed energy surged, making my head throb.

"It's her. I can sense her," he insisted, his excitement palpable.

toyed with my mind before." But

here to rot. After everything I'd done, why would she help me? But if I stayed silent, perhaps

of your own making." The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd spent so long manipulating others, weaving lies and

a relentless tide that threatened to pull me under. Memories of Lottie's tear-streaked face, the betrayal in her eyes, haunted me. I'd sacrificed everything good in my life

it

but psychological-had eroded my courage. Astaroth had ensured I couldn't

can't," I admitted.

accompanied by the faint scent of honey-Lottie's scent. My heart pounded, each beat echoing like a drum

kept my eyes closed to mere slits, watching as she

floor. The scent of her filled my senses, stirring emotions I'd long suppressed. As she neared,

of willpower not to react. Flint whimpered, noting the

aside as she began inspecting the chains. The

gust of air from the open doorway caused me to sway slightly. The motion turned me to face her directly. My eyes met hers,

voice barely more than a whisper.

grasp, crashing onto the concrete floor with a resounding clang that echoed through the chamber, shattering any illusion

hear you breathing," she snorted, attempting to mask her fear with disdain when I quickly closed them, hoping she hadn't noticed me watching her and assumed I was still the

a weak grin, my voice raspy from disuse. "Nice of you to stop by," I croaked, forcing a

clinging to me, she looked impeccable. Pregnancy

look," I sneered, masking my true feelings