Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0302

Kane's POV

"Look, mate," I began, trying to keep my frustration in check.

"I'm not your mate," Adam scoffed, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery intensity. The anger radiating from him was almost palpable.

"You can stay in the room. I don't want to be alone with her," I offered, hoping he'd see reason.

"Like I'd let you. I'm no pushover like Chase," he spat, his gaze piercing through me as if I were nothing more than an annoyance. The disdain in his eyes was clear-he saw me as lower than dirt. I couldn't blame him entirely; I'd hurt his sister, and he was justified in his anger. But I needed someone to give me a chance, and I hoped Adam might be that person. I took a deep breath, trying to shift the conversation.

"I heard what you did to Connie," I stated, attempting to show solidarity. He arched an eyebrow, a sarcastic chuckle escaping his lips.

"My father thinks I should punish you," I added, hoping to convey that I understood his position and perhaps earn a sliver of his trust.

"Bitch deserved it and more," he retorted. "And before you warn me about her being your Luna..." Adam laughed outright, shaking his head.

"I'm not..." I started to say. "And she is not either," I finished, my tone biting.

"Going to warn you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow clearly interested. I smirked lightly, hoping this was the start of a bond.

"Be my Luna," I corrected myself with a heavy sigh. "Adam, I've walked away from her. I want Charlotte."

"Walking away from females seems to be your thing," he shot back, a mocking grin spreading across his face, proving me wrong. I clearly wasn't winning him over any time soon.

"She is more your style, manipulative and a liar." His words hit harder than I'd like to admit. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. I'd hoped that telling him I'd chosen Charlotte would make a difference, that he'd see I was serious. Instead, he was mocking me, twisting the knife deeper.

make a difference. You're not seeing

over, and without a second thought, I swung at him, aiming straight for his jaw. My fist connected solidly, and a brief surge of satisfaction coursed through

lunged at me, and we grappled in the narrow hallway. The space was tight, and our movements were restricted, but I didn't care. All that mattered was getting past him to Charlotte. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed doors opening and curious faces peering out, but they were insignificant. My focus was solely

my arm, twisting it behind my back. Pain shot up my shoulder, but I gritted my teeth and ignored

hissed into my ear. "You're going to

snarled, struggling against his grip. The

insisted, his tone infuriatingly calm, which only fueled

on his foot. He released me with a sharp intake of breath. Seizing the moment, I spun around and delivered a swift kick to his side. He winced, pain flashing across his face, but he pushed it aside

he said coldly, his eyes

keeping me from my mate,"

he countered, his words striking a nerve deeper than any physical blow could. A pang of guilt pierced through my anger, but

tighter. "You have no idea what she and I have been

enough," he replied tersely. "Enough to protect her from making another

Adam. This isn't your

it's exactly my call," he said firmly. "I

her!" I nearly shouted, my voice echoing down the hallway. "I just

this," he said, shaking his head. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The desperation

I implored, the vulnerability in my tone surprising even myself. "I need

he finally said. "And each time, you've only

argued, my voice

challenged. I hesitated, the weight of

trying," I admitted

good enough," he

I moved to push past him. Adam leaned back against the doorframe, catching his breath, and