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.

doesn't make a difference. You're not seeing her,"

with him, but he was stonewalling me at every turn. Anger boiled 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

movements were restricted, but I didn't care. All that mattered was getting past him to Charlotte. Out of the corner of my

ducked; however, I miscalculated, and he grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back. Pain shot up my shoulder, but I gritted my teeth and ignored

ear. "You're going to

his grip. The

until you calm down," he insisted, his tone infuriatingly

delivered a swift kick to his side. He winced, pain flashing across his face, but he pushed it aside as if it were

a fool," he

mate," I shot back, my

striking a nerve deeper than any physical blow could. A pang of guilt pierced through

I retorted, clenching my fists tighter. "You have no idea what she and I have been

enough," he replied tersely. "Enough to

your call." Rage flared

said firmly. "I won't

I nearly shouted, my voice echoing down the hallway.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The desperation was

the vulnerability in my tone surprising even myself. "I need to see her." He studied me for a moment, his expression

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

I argued, my voice

you?" he challenged. I hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down

trying," I admitted

enough," he

against the doorframe, catching his breath, and I sized