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.

love," I corrected, grinning like

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

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

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

in blood and it smells like her..." Panic surged through me. "Havoc, what if it's

No new wounds, just old scars and bruises. The scent wasn't tainted with the metallic sharpness of fresh blood. It was older, not hers- I hope. "Okay, okay," I breathed, relief washing over me. "But

interrupted sternly. "Panicking won't help. We need to figure out what happened." I closed my eyes, trying to recall the events leading up to this moment. Flashes of memory flickered-getting

had spat. "You're throwing away your

I'd shouted back, meaning every word. "Maybe I want to live

you down a path of ruin," My

retorted before hanging up and reaching for

cursed, rubbing my temples. "Why can't

brain in alcohol," Havoc replied

as ever,"

Maybe retracing your steps will jog

pair of sweatpants.crumpled on the floor, 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

grew stronger. It was fresher

that?" I asked

replied, a hint of excitement 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 it open, I descended into the dimly lit

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

pulling us together. But she remained focused