Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0319

Lottie POV

"Impressive," Astaroth remarked. "You've embraced your heritage more fully than I anticipated." Astaroth sighed dramatically, clapping slowly. I turned to face him fully, barely containing the frustration bubbling within me. His nonchalant attitude, the way he watched me like I was some sort of amusing sideshow-it grated on my nerves. I was done with being a pawn in his twisted game.

"I'm tired of being underestimated," I stated firmly. "I'm a Lycan heir, and I won't be controlled by you or anyone else." He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, I have no intention of controlling you. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to seeing what you do next."

"Don't patronise me," I snapped, my voice rising as the frustration threatened to boil over. "You've been manipulating events from the shadows, but your games end here."

"You misunderstand me, Charlotte." He chuckled softly, his tone condescending, making my fists clench. "My interest in you is genuine. There's much you don't know, but all in due time."

"Enough with the cryptic remarks. If you have something to say, say it." I felt a surge of frustration. Every word he spoke was layered in riddles, and I was getting tired of trying to decode his intentions.

"Very well," he conceded. "But perhaps we can have this conversation somewhere more... suitable?" He gestured around at the grim surroundings. "This place hardly befits a discussion of such importance." I glanced around, acknowledging my cousin's body in the damp, claustrophobic tunnel.

"Fine," I agreed reluctantly. "But know this-I don't trust you."

"Trust is earned," he replied smoothly. "And I intend to earn yours."

Fluffy padded over to my side. She nudged me gently, her eyes reflecting concern. I looked down at her, my hand finding comfort in the soft fur around her neck. The warmth of her touch grounded me in a way I hadn't expected.

His gaze lingered on Nera as though she were more than just a companion, as if she held a secret

Nera-is no ordinary hellhound," he revealed. "She chooses her companions carefully. That she has chosen

resonated with something deeper within me. "Well, Nera and I are a package

his head. As we began to walk, the weight of

up my bound hands, "need

serve a purpose." He spoke as though everything he did was part of

want any cooperation from me, you'll remove them. I'm done being restrained," I demanded, my voice steely, each word laced with the resolve of someone who was finally

studied me for

With a flick of his wrist, the cuffs clicked open and fell to the ground with a dull thud. The moment the restraints fell, a rush of energy surged through me, as if I'd been shackled not just physically but spiritually. Sage

was beginning

washing over me. The connection with my wolf felt stronger, clearer. The fog that had dulled my senses lifted, and for the first time in what

inquired, his voice disturbingly calm, as if he had expected this change all

flexing my fingers, feeling the raw power coursing through me again. My body hummed with a renewed strength, and I felt the flicker

the weight of his gaze lingering on me,

churned within me-regret, resolve, and a hint of sadness. But I pushed them aside. I couldn't afford to dwell on the past; my future,

we moved forward, Nera

side, her presence a constant reassurance. Her steps were silent, but her energy was palpable. With her beside me, I felt invincible. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while,

his posture relaxed yet alert. The darkness of the tunnels seemed to part for him, as if the very shadows feared him. Despite his calm demeanour, I could sense the danger radiating from him like a storm waiting to unleash

need to learn about your heritage,

talking," I urged. I wasn't in the mood for