Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0309

Lottie's POV

I watched as Fluffy approached me, her head nudging at my stomach gently. A cute sound bubbled from her throat. A warm sensation spread through me as Fluffy's touch seemed to resonate with the pups stirring inside me. It was as if they recognised the hellhound's presence, responding with gentle flutters. I couldn't explain how, but despite the cuffs suppressing my abilities, this connection brought me a glimmer of relief. For a moment, the fear and uncertainty faded, replaced by a comforting sense of unity.

"We should leave," my captor stuttered from behind me, and I couldn't help but grin at the way Fluffy's head snapped around to glare at him. Its eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling from deep within its chest. Gradually, it stepped closer as my captor stepped away, sweat slowly snaking down his face.

"Do something," he hissed to me, and I grinned, holding up my cuffed hands. The metal cuffs clanked together, the cold steel pressing into my wrists. The weight of them was both a hindrance and a reminder of my current predicament, but they also served as the perfect prop for my defiance.

"Sorry, my hands are tied-literally," I taunted. A mischievous smirk spread across my face, my eyes dancing with amusement as Fluffy forced my captor into a corner. His panicked glances between me and the hellhound only heightened my satisfaction. "Your smart mouth got us into this. And it will be the death of me," he growled as he tried to push Fluffy away. His actions only made the beast's mouth widen as it snarled, teeth snapping inches from his face.

"Make her stop," he pleaded, and I smirked, leaning against a cold, damp rock wall. The chill seeping through my clothes contrasted with the warmth of triumph bubbling inside me.

"You know, I am not sure if Fluffy is a girl or a boy," I muttered as if bored. But honestly, I was thrilled seeing the tables turn.

"Charlotte," he hissed as Fluffy's muzzle edged closer.

as Fluffy turned to look at me, all aggression gone, its features replaced with

you a girl hound? Or a boy?" I asked, ignoring the scoff coming from my captor. He let out a frustrated huff, the sound echoing off the tunnel walls. His annoyance at my seemingly trivial question was palpable, but that only made the moment sweeter. "A girl," I laughed, seeing her raise a

so," I grinned, pushing off the wall. "Can you give me a moment with him?" I asked, stepping closer to my captor but not close enough for him

leave, just don't rip his throat out till I ask my questions,"

through the wiry

only question that mattered to me right now. "Why are you doing this to me?" My voice softened, a mix of hurt and determination colouring my words. My gaze locked onto his, searching for

could see the flicker of guilt in his expression, the way his eyes

or me," he

from behind me, catching me off guard. "It is true he has no choice, but that doesn't mean he didn't want to

cloaked in shadows, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Confusion washed over me; I recognised him—or at least I thought

features, the way his lips curled into a knowing smile. He wasn't part of the pack; that much I was certain. He lacked the earthy scent of a wolf, and his aura felt entirely different ancient, powerful,

my skin. A frown creased my forehead. Were these suppressing more

and why does he feel so... familiar?" I

he