Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0297

Connie's POV

I paced back and forth in the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. The rhythmic sound did little to soothe the storm brewing inside me. My mind raced, thoughts tangled like a web I couldn't escape. What if they found out? What if Kane and Knox learned

the truth about what happened all those years ago? Worse yet, what if Chase did?

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. The mere idea of their judgement made my stomach twist. They might understand-or at least have pity on me if they knew it wasn't just me involved back then. Lilly, their own sister, had been right there with me. We were both mean to Kara, but it wasn't supposed to go as far as it did.

The memories flooded back, unbidden and unwelcome. I saw myself at Meadow Summer Camp, a carefree girl with a wicked streak. Kara was the quiet one, always with her nose in a book, the perfect target. Lilly and I took pleasure in teasing her-hiding her things, mocking her clothes, tripping her in the dining hall. Childish pranks, or so we thought.

But that day by the lake... it spiralled out of control. We cornered her on the dock, taunting her about some silly necklace she always wore. Lilly grabbed it, and in the scuffle, Kara lost her footing. She fell, her face striking the jagged edge of the wooden plank. The sickening crack still echoed in my ears. Blood pooled rapidly, staining the water crimson as she screamed in agony.

We panicked and ran, leaving her there. Later, when Adam arrived at camp, his face was a mask of controlled fury. He demanded to know who had hurt his daughter, his eyes scanning each of us with a ferocity that made my blood run cold. No one came forward. That summer had been unexpectedly cold, prompting them to spread salt and grit on the walkway. The salt seared Kara's skin, forever marking her as a hideous creature.

So when Adam stood furiously addressing us, I fully expected Kara to point fingers, to expose us. But she didn't. She remained silent, her once beautiful face marred by a jagged scar that would never let her forget-or forgive.

At least, that's what I thought. What if she had told him? What if Adam knew all along and was just biding his time? Now he had confronted me, and the fear that Kane and Knox would discover the truth gnawed at me.

But if I was honest with myself, it wasn't just them I was worried about. It was Chase. The thought of his piercing eyes filled with disgust made my chest tighten. Phina, my wolf, snarled within me.

"Why should we care what Chase thinks?" she spat. "He treated us like we were nothing. Rejected us."

hesitated, unsure of my own reasoning. "Because

retorted. "And yet here you are, pining after him like a lost

I snapped aloud, slamming my hand down on the countertop. The sharp pain grounded me. "I won't be lectured by

silent, but I could feel her simmering anger, a mirror of my own. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Why did Chase matter so much? Did I like him? The idea unsettled me.

opening. I spun around to see Kane entering, stark naked and radiating fury. His muscles tensed with each step, droplets of sweat glistening on his skin. Normally, the sight would have ignited a spark of desire. His chiselled

shower, I felt a surge of irritation. Who did he think he was, ignoring

he?" Phina mused, though

replied internally, watching him disappear into the bathroom. "But he

she whispered slyly, doing her best Jekyll

bringing him up?" I

you can't stop thinking about him," Phina teased. "Even now,

gritted my teeth, refusing

the truth in

Kane to the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he stepped under the spray. Steam billowed around him,

to my

attempt to quell the restless energy coursing through me. "Leave," he replied curtly, not bothering to look at me. He turned up the radio, the music drowning out any possibility of conversation. The blatant dismissal sent a hot

smirk, I hurled it across the room, watching as it shattered against the tiled

song," Kane remarked nonchalantly, rinsing the

me again, water dripping onto the floorboards. He moved with a casual grace, completely unfazed by my

fabric clung to his form, highlighting every contour. Normally, I loved a man in a suit-it exuded power and control. But