Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 241

Knox POV

"Are you still with us, Knox?" Chase asked, sounding bored and fed up with dealing with me. Something he had in common with Kane.

"And me." Havoc interjected rudely.

"Back at you!" I snapped back, not in the mood for his bullshit right now.

"SHUT UP DAMMIT." I screamed behind me. "I can't think, let alone hear him." I knew I was taking my frustration out on them, but it made it easier than admitting to Chase that everything he was saying was right. I was a fuck up. A waste of space. I had failed my girl. My mate. My children.

"Fuck you!" Someone yelled back. The room erupted with the sound of laughter and cheers. Growling, no longer in the mood for this. I rolled my eyes and flipped them off without even glancing back into the room. If I had not been otherwise engaged, I would have happily taught these pricks manners.

"Ha, whatever you say." Havoc rumbled with laughter. Like the arrogant fuck, he was.

"Well, maybe if you helped me out, I would win a fight every now and then." I muttered to my wolf, or at least I thought I did, but given how the barman looked at me, I guessed I had said it out loud.

"Where are you, Knox?" Chase asked abruptly. "Is that shouting I hear?"

I looked around, seeing the blonde I had been eyeing earlier arguing with a guy built like a truck. His friends surrounded him, eyeing me like I was a damn hooker. My lips curled, seeing them egging the male on. Given the way he was eyeballing me, he was apparently her boyfriend and didn't like the offer I had made his mate.

"Your funeral," I mumbled, turning back to the bar, but in the back of my mind, I knew Havoc was right; I was in no fit state to take on those fuckers. Even when I was sober.

"Knox." I heard Chase scold me down the phone, getting my attention again. "Is that fighting? Where the fuck are you?" he demanded; maybe it was weak and selfish of me, but I hoped that if I told him, he would tell Lottie, and she would come to see me and save me?

"You're deluded." Havoc moaned. "She is suffering enough, and you want her to think you're fucking other woman too." He scolded me; he had a point, but... maybe, just maybe, it would help. Sitting on my ass wasn't doing me any good. So perhaps if she came to tell me off, yell at me, anything, I would be able to get her alone long enough to hear her tell me she still loved me. Even if she hated me, that would be better than this torture. Not seeing her pretty face, bright eyes and growing belly was killing me, quite literally.

"Yeah," I chuckled, swaying slightly. "I apparently tried to fuck the wrong girl at The White Flag." I muttered. "Her mate looks pretty pissed, I should go deal with him." I groaned, waving at the big fucker, just because.