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.

in love," I corrected,

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

stretching lazily. "I'll piece it together

you in the past," he muttered. I sat up, a

it smells like her..." Panic surged through me. "Havoc, what

any injuries that aren't yours?" I patted myself down frantically. No new wounds, just old scars and bruises. The scent wasn't tainted with the metallic sharpness of fresh

eyes, trying to recall the events leading up to this moment. Flashes

a disgrace," he had spat.

legacy!" I'd shouted back, meaning every word. "Maybe I want to live my life my

a path of ruin," My father

up and reaching for the nearest bottle. After that,

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

you drowned your brain in alcohol," Havoc

as ever," I

won't solve anything. Maybe retracing your steps will

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

It was fresher

that?"

in his tone. "She's close." I followed the trail down the stairs, each step fueled by a mix of hope and anxiety. The scent led me to the basement door, slightly ajar. Pushing

A surge of anger welled up

moment I was near, our bond pulling us together. But she remained focused on