Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 266

Lottie POV

The familiar voice of Kane echoed through the room, causing my heart to skip and then race, thundering a mile a minute as I spun towards the door. There he stood, looking exhausted and run down, a shadow of the man I remembered. My mind had replayed this moment a thousand times, yet none of my imagined reunions had prepared me for the torrent of raw emotions now overwhelming me.

My knees felt weak; my heart threatened to burst from my chest as he took a step forward. Instinctively, I retreated until my back pressed against the cold counter. The space between us charged with unspoken words and stifled emotions; I struggled internally, fighting the urge to close the distance and embrace him.

"What is SHE doing here?" Connie's shrill voice cut through the thick air, her tone dripping with disdain and snapping me back to reality. My mind raced, urging caution, but my heart hammered so loudly it drowned out any coherent thought I might have had.

"You are not welcome here, runt," Connie snapped as she moved to step into the kitchen. Kane's head whipped around to face her, and for a fleeting second, I thought I saw a flash of hatred in his eyes. But I quickly dismissed it, convincing myself I was projecting my own feelings—after all, why would he hate his own mate?

"Leave! Now!" Kane's voice was a harsh growl, filled with anger and frustration. Connie recoiled slightly, her face a mix of embarrassment and hurt. I tensed, anticipating the inevitable temper tantrum that would follow.

"No," she laughed mockingly, crossing her arms defiantly, her features twisted with hate and jealousy. As she glared at me, her eyes brimming with malice, I found myself weary of the drama and longing only for escape and detachment from this bullshit.

"Escape?" Sage asked cautiously. "He wants to speak to you." She reminded me, and I shook my head of the tears I felt brewing.

"He has had months to speak to me. He made his choice." I muttered my dry reply.

"Something is up, I can't sense anything. We used to be mates; I should be able to sense SOMETHING." Sage complained while I closed my eyes, not wanting to have this conversation right now or at all.

"I mean it, Lottie... Something is going on. Let me talk to him. Please." Sage begged, her voice whiny and fueled with a raw need that pulled at my heartstrings.

"It's okay, I will leave," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tried to sidestep past Kane; my mind made up. This wasn't a good idea, and for once, Connie was right; I shouldn't be here. Moving my arm from Kane's grasp as he moved to stop me, I pushed forward towards the door, But Connie blocked my path, her gaze dropping disdainfully to my baby bump.

"I would say you're glowing; that's what you're meant to say to expectant mothers, right? But honestly, you look like a hippo. You poor thing! You should have taken better care of yourself! There is no way anyone will love those stretch marks," she spat viciously, her words designed to wound.

Before I could muster a response, Kane stepped protectively in front of me, his anger palpable. His hand reached out, resting lightly on my stomach, a protective gesture that sent a wave of complex emotions through me. The contact, his hand on our unborn children, was both comforting and heartrending. It reminded me of what we once shared and of the protective love he still felt, buried beneath layers of hurt and misunderstanding.

"If you don't leave, I am going to make you," Kane growled, his stance firm, his body shielding me. At that moment, despite the chaos, the harsh words, and the painful circumstances, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Perhaps not all was lost; maybe there was still a chance for redemption for us, for our little family.

"Seeee." Sage boomed. "Something is up." Her words were filled with delight. A scream erupted from the other side of the door, followed by the loud echo of her retreating footsteps.

The abruptness and severity of Kane's actions left me in shock, and with little choice but to agree with Sage, his actions filled me with a budding hope stirring within me. Could his actions signify something deeper, something sincere?

"Talk?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I stepped back, instinctively creating distance. I needed to maintain some control, to not give in to the overwhelming urges that his proximity evoked. The space between us was charged; each breath shared thick with the history and tension of what once was and what could still be.

He turned to look at me, and something changed, like a veil being lifted as memories flooded back quickly and fast. They loved me, truly loved me, they never wanted Connie... They wanted... ME!

"Kane?" I whispered as tears exploded from my eyes. Instantly, he crossed the room, his arms snaking around me as he pulled me into him.

"MATE!" Sage screamed as the tears fell.