Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 223

Lottie POV

"I swear to god, if you touch my stomach again, I am going to..."

"Ram my fist where the sun doesn't shine, I know, I know." Chase finished my sentence but did nothing about his hand that rested on my swollen belly. "Hey little ones, miss me?" He cooed to my ever-growing stomach.

Arching a brow, I looked at my brother, I desperately wanted to stay mad, but seeing his cheesy grin and wide eyes as he moved his hand around my rather large bump, I couldn't do anything but smile back at him.

"Lame." I snorted to hide my joy at having him at my side, even if their fathers were nowhere to be seen most of the time. I had left my pack and my mates just over 6 months ago, after finding them in bed with my enemy. That hurt, more than words can express, but what had pushed me over the edge was learning that that bitch Connie was their new mate. The one they had chosen over our pups and I.

"You are already so loved." Chase whispered adoringly to my stomach, his lips lifted into a smirk, but his eyes remained glued on my abdomen. I felt the familiar sense of loss twist my gut as I allowed myself to think about Kane and Knox, and what they were missing out on.

What we were all missing out on.

"I doubt Connie is giving them much time to think about us or miss our pups." Sage grunted, her way of reminding me what my mates had done.

"They are not 'our' mates anymore." She added, again.

"They will always be MY mates." I snapped back as Sage began to make a point by playing the images of us walking in on the pair of them in bed with a rather naked Connie. Like the image wasn't burned into my damn memory!

He held his hands up for a second in surrender before lowering them back to my stomach.

"Gotta think of the pups, they need..."

"Water.." Adam finished as he placed a cold bottle of water on the top of my bump, his fingers almost grazing the skin of my stomach where my top had lifted over my apparently still-growing bump. He was careful not to touch my swollen belly, he always was. In the six months I had been here, not once had he made any attempt to touch my growing tummy, even when I invited him. I didn't get it. Chase could barely keep his hands off the twins, yet Adam seemed to be obsessed with keeping them healthy as long as he didn't have to actually touch them.

"Come on." He groaned, nodding to the bottle, his stern eyes remained on me until I took it from him and brought it to my lips for a sip.

"I think it will take more than that to make him stop hovering." Liam laughed from the doorway. A smile split my lips because while Adam obsessed over the logistical parts of my pregnancy and Chase seemed petrified of missing a single kick or 'beautiful' moment of watching me vomiting up my breakfast. Liam still treated me like me, not a damn incubator.