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.

happen?" Anger and hurt swirled within

mind?" But amid the frustration, there was relief. Relief that these memories, however fleeting, meant I wasn't

as if I could physically hold onto them. The creaking behind me barely registered as

need to see him." Determined, I reached for the door handle, my fingers

a cloth was abruptly clamped over my mouth from behind. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back with swift force. Panic shot through me like ice. I tried to scream but found no sound would come-my voice had

the fabric pressed against my lips. The scent of chemicals and

just as violently as I was being pulled from the

"It's him... but why?" "Help me! Please!" I tried to reach out through the mindlink, desperately hoping someone-anyone-would hear me. But

the cuffs-the same ones that had been 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

me, and I will use

the dim light as it traced softly over my stomach. The threat was clear, the unspoken implications making my blood

at me to fight back, to shift, to do

could think about was the life

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 panel slid aside a passage concealed within the very walls

as much as I tried to speak to her, the cuffs rendered

we stepped inside,

teenagers, we would sneakout using these very paths, chasing adventures beyond the packhouse walls. But now the thought brought no comfort. If anything, it deepened my