Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0303

Lottie's POV

(Ten Minutes Earlier)

I stirred to the sound of creaking just outside the room. My eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by sheer exhaustion. I tried to ignore it, pulling the quilt tighter around me. My body ached in places I didn't know could hurt, a dull throb that echoed the turmoil in my mind. All I wanted was to eat something warm, sink back into this bed, and let sleep claim me until it was time to leave this place behind.

But the creaking persisted, followed by the murmur of raised voices. I sighed, tossing the quilt aside. So much for a peaceful night's rest. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up slowly, every muscle protesting. "Seriously? Can't a girl get some sleep around here?" Annoyance bubbled up, but beneath it was a flicker of curiosity.

Padding softly across the room, I approached the door. Pressing my ear against the cool wood, I strained to make out the conversation. Adam's voice came through, stern and edged with irritation. He sounded... rude, even for him. Someone was insisting on seeing me. I rolled my eyes, assuming it was Laura or another overzealous pack member unable to respect boundaries.

Then I heard another voice-a voice that made my heart skip a beat. Kane.

My breath hitched as a rush of emotions surged through me. Confusion. Anticipation. A glimmer of... hope?

"Why is Kane here?" I closed my eyes, trying to piece together fragmented memories that danced just out of reach.

Suddenly, images flooded my mind: a secret deal whispered in hushed tones, a stolen moment with Kane in the kitchen-the warmth of his gaze, the brush of his hand against mine.

did that really happen?" Anger and hurt

amid the frustration, there was relief. Relief that these memories, however fleeting, meant I wasn't going crazy. Something was happening-something real. A

as if I could physically hold onto them. The creaking behind me barely registered as I grappled with the vanishing

see him." Determined, I

back with swift force. Panic shot through me like ice. I tried to scream but found no sound would come-my voice had vanished,

magic." her muffled words were swallowed by the fabric pressed against my lips.

memories were yanked away just as violently as I was being pulled from the door-from those

around me, and I felt the texture of leather gloves against my skin. Spun around, I came face to face with a familiar set of eyes-cold, unyielding. Recognition sent a jolt of fear through my core. "It's him... but why?" "Help me! Please!" I tried to reach out

used to suppress my father's powers months ago. Horror twisted in my gut. "They've planned this. They know exactly how to keep me powerless." I thought to myself

and I will use this,"

stomach. The threat was clear, the

screamed at me to fight back, to shift, to do

all I could think about was the life growing inside me the pups. I

nodded slowly, signalling my compliance as the magic wore off. My captor smirked, satisfied, and began pulling me toward the far wall. To my astonishment, a hidden doorway was revealed as a

much as I tried to speak to her,

we stepped inside,

the packhouse. Lilly and I used to play in them as children, our laughter echoing in the confined spaces. As teenagers, we would sneakout using these very paths, chasing adventures beyond the packhouse walls. But now the thought brought no comfort. If