Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem)

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.

"Damn it," I cursed, rubbing my temples. "Why can't I remember?"

"Because you drowned your brain in alcohol," Havoc replied dryly.

"Helpful as ever," I grumbled.

"Well, sitting here won't solve anything. Maybe retracing your steps will jog your memory."

"Fine," I conceded. Reluctantly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Spotting a pair of sweatpants.crumpled on the floor, pulled them on. The blood was cracking on my skin, but I ignored it. If anything, it served as a reminder to figure out what the hell happened. As I stepped into the hallway,

Lottie's scent grew stronger. It was fresher here, making my heart quicken.

"Do you smell that?" I asked Havoc.

"Hard to miss," he replied, a hint of excitement in his tone. "She's close." I followed the trail down the stairs, each step fueled by a mix of hope and anxiety. The scent led me to the basement door, slightly ajar. Pushing it open, I descended into the dimly lit space.

At the bottom, I paused. Lottie stood with her back to me, facing... Mike? He was hanging from the ceiling, chains binding his wrists. A surge of anger welled up inside me. That bastard deserved every bit of suffering he'd gotten, but why was Lottie here? "Why can't she sense us?" Havoc wondered aloud.

Good question. Normally, she'd turn the moment I was near, our bond pulling us together. But she remained focused on Mike, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

I watched as she reached out, almost touching him, then hesitated. Mike lifted his head, saying something I couldn't hear but could tell was meant to taunt her. Her shoulders tensed, and I saw a flicker of hurt cross her face. That was enough.

Without thinking, I stepped forward, snatching the bolt cutters from the floor. In a swift motion, I swung them at Mike's head. The metal connected with a sickening thud, and he slumped forward, unconscious or worse I didn't care. "Knox!" Lottie gasped, spinning around to face me.

I straightened up, letting the bolt cutters drop to the ground. Seeing her up close took my breath away. She was radiant-her skin glowing eyes wide and shimmering. The curve of her stomach was more pronounced, a beautiful testament testhe life growing inside her.

"Angel by name, angel by nature," I murmured, a slow smile spreading across my face. It was the nickname I'd given her not so long ago, and it felt right slipping from my lips now.

She blinked, a mixture of surprise and something else-relief?-in her eyes.

"Knox... what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," I replied, stepping closer. "But I'm not complaining." She glanced at Mike's limp form.

"I... heard something. Found him here."

I shrugged. "He deserved worse." She looked back at me, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You look... awful," she teased lightly. I chuckled.

"You should see the other guy."

"I did; he looks a hell of better than you." She smirked, her gaze softened.novelbin