Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0277

Knox POV

I jolted awake, my head throbbing like a drum and every muscle protesting as I moved. Groaning, I flopped back onto the pillow, but then a familiar, intoxicating scent enveloped me. My eyes snapped open.

"Lottie."

Her fragrance was everywhere clinging to my skin, woven into my hair, seeping into the sheets beneath me. A grin spread across my face as I inhaled deeply, the pain momentarily forgotten. Without a second thought, I buried my face into the pillow, rolling around like a pup in fresh grass.

"You're like a lovesick puppy," Havoc chuckled in my mind.

"Can't help it," I replied aloud, my voice muffled by the linens. "She's been here, maybe. On me, though, yes! Do you realise what this means?"

"That you should probably take a shower?" he quipped playfully because I could sense that he, too, was overwhelmed with joy.

"Never!" I declared dramatically, wrapping myself tighter in the sheets. "I'm never washing this bedding again. Or myself, for that matter."

"That's disgusting," Havoc groaned. "You're covered in blood and who knows what else. You smell like a butcher's shop." I glanced down at myself. Dried blood smeared across my chest and arms, with bits of... something... stuck in my hair. My clothes were nowhere to be seen, my body filthy, but Lottie's scent was the only thing I cared about.

"Details," I waved off his concerns, rolling over once more. "I can't believe she was here."

"You're hopeless." Havoc sighed, making me smile because my wolf was usually a creature of few words.

corrected, grinning like an

fact that you have no memory of how this happened," he pointed

I said, stretching lazily. "I'll piece it

past," he muttered. I sat up, a sudden

it smells like her..." Panic surged through me. "Havoc, what if it's Lottie's blood?" I whispered,

scent wasn't tainted with the metallic sharpness of

trying to recall the events leading up to this moment. Flashes of memory flickered-getting into a heated argument with my father over the phone

had spat. "You're throwing away

every word. "Maybe

is leading you down a path of ruin,"

up and reaching for the nearest bottle. After that, things got hazy. I remembered

cursed, rubbing my temples. "Why can't I

your brain in

as ever,"

solve anything. Maybe retracing your steps will

pulled them on. The blood was cracking on my skin, but I ignored it. If anything, it served as a reminder to figure out what the

stronger. It was fresher here, making

that?"

of excitement in his tone. "She's close." I followed the trail down the stairs, each step fueled by a mix

hanging from the ceiling, chains binding his wrists. A surge of anger welled up inside

bond pulling us together.