Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 277

Knox POV

I jolted awake, my head throbbing like a drum and every muscle protesting as I moved. Groaning, I flopped back onto the pillow, but then a familiar, intoxicating scent enveloped me. My eyes snapped open.

"Lottie."

Her fragrance was everywhere—clinging to my skin, woven into my hair, seeping into the sheets beneath me. A grin spread across my face as I inhaled deeply, the pain momentarily forgotten. Without a second thought, I buried my face into the pillow, rolling around like a pup in fresh grass.

"You're like a lovesick puppy," Havoc chuckled in my mind.

"Can't help it," I replied aloud, my voice muffled by the linens. "She's been here, maybe. On me, though, yes! Do you realise what this means?"

"That you should probably take a shower?" he quipped playfully because I could sense that he, too, was overwhelmed with joy.

"Never!" I declared dramatically, wrapping myself tighter in the sheets. "I'm never washing this bedding again. Or myself, for that matter."

"That's disgusting," Havoc groaned. "You're covered in blood and who knows what else. You smell like a butcher's shop." I glanced down at myself. Dried blood smeared across my chest and arms, with bits of... something... stuck in my hair. My clothes were nowhere to be seen, my body filthy, but Lottie's scent was the only thing I cared about.

"Details," I waved off his concerns, rolling over once more. "I can't believe she was here."

"You're hopeless." Havoc sighed, making me smile because my wolf was usually a creature of few words.

"Hopelessly in love," I corrected, grinning like an idiot.

"You're also ignoring the fact that you have no memory of how this happened," he pointed out.

"Minor inconvenience," I said, stretching lazily. "I'll piece it together later."

"Right. Because that's worked so well for you in the past," he muttered. I sat up, a sudden thought piercing through my euphoria.

"Wait. If I'm covered in blood and it smells like her..." Panic surged through me. "Havoc, what if it's Lottie's blood?" I whispered, fear constricting my throat.

"Calm down," Havoc urged. "Think logically. Do you feel any injuries that aren't yours?" I patted myself down frantically. No new wounds, just old scars and bruises. The scent wasn't tainted with the metallic sharpness of fresh blood. It was older, not hers- I hope.

"Okay, okay," I breathed, relief washing over me. "But what if something happened to her? What if the babies—"

"Knox, get a grip," Havoc interrupted sternly. "Panicking won't help. We need to figure out what happened." I closed my eyes, trying to recall the events leading up to this moment. Flashes of memory flickered—getting into a heated argument with my father over the phone after Kane left.

"You're a disgrace," he had spat. "You're throwing away your legacy."

"Maybe I don't want your legacy!" I'd shouted back, meaning every word. "Maybe I want to live my life my way."

"Your way is leading you down a path of ruin," My father warned.

"At least it's my ruin," I'd retorted before hanging up and reaching for the nearest bottle. After that, things got hazy. I remembered drinking—heavily—and then... nothing.