Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 306

Knox's POV

Sliding my hand over the sheets to look for my angel, I felt my lips pull into a pout upon not feeling her or the warmth her body should have given the bed.

An uneasy emptiness settled beside me, the cold sheets a stark contrast to the lingering heat of the night before. Irritation pricked at me; waking up without Lottie wasn't how I envisioned starting my day. After everything we'd been through, I craved nothing more than to hold her close, to reassure myself that she was truly back where she belonged.

Flipping onto my back, I looked up at the ceiling, my lips shifting from a pout to a smirk as her scent drifted over me. The soft aroma of lavender and honey enveloped my senses, stirring memories of the way her hair had felt between my fingers, the sound of her laughter filling the room. It was intoxicating, a reminder of better times and a promise of what could be.

"Angel," I called out, but when nothing came back, a flicker of annoyance sparked within me. She loved these little games of hide and seek, but this morning, I wasn't in the mood. I wanted to see her sleepy smile and hear her teasing retort. The silence was unsettling.

I sat up, my head spinning a little as memories of our time alone flooded back. My body reacted instinctively, and my arousal pressed uncomfortably against the quilt. Thoughts of her soft skin against mine, the way she'd whispered my name—it all ignited a familiar heat within me.

"Don't hide from me; I can smell you," I groaned, starting to stroke myself. But as her scent began to fade and the silence continued to greet me, I let go of my cock with a frustrated sigh. Slipping from the bed just as the door burst open, the abrupt intrusion jarred me further. Annoyance flared; couldn't I get a moment's peace?

"We have a problem," Kane boomed before he even entered the room; Adam, quick on his tail, followed by Liam. All three sets of eyes dropped to my obvious arousal.

"Really?" Kane complained, shaking his head in disgust.

I couldn't help but chuckle at their prudish expressions.

"Like you don't get morning wood," I laughed, walking toward the bathroom. We were wolves, for crying out loud—nudity and natural reactions were hardly shocking. Their discomfort amused me. But beneath the humour, a ripple of irritation remained.

But in truth, although I was annoyed that Lottie wasn't here, I was more annoyed that Kane was. Our relationship was so far gone that I actually despised my brother's presence. And for good reason, he had chosen duty over our mate, over family, and that betrayal cut deep.

He always put the pack's expectations before her, before us. The memory of him agreeing to that dreadful deal, wiping Lottie's memories, still ignited a burning anger within me. How could he claim to love her and yet cause her so much pain?