Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 341

Liam's POV

The glow intensified, spreading across the room. It was as if a supernova had ignited within the chamber, banishing shadows and flooding every corner with blinding light. The oppressive atmosphere began to lighten, the dark tendrils of energy recoiling and retreating like serpents fleeing the dawn. The very air vibrated with a newfound vitality, humming with a resonance that shook me to my core.

"You dare use her power here?" he snarled, shielding his eyes. Astaroth hissed as if the light Lottie wielded burned him, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip on Knox.

"Now!" I yelled as Chase recovered and charged at Astaroth, this time managing to land a solid punch that sent him staggering. Knox broke free, stumbling back toward us, his face a mix of relief and determination.

"Let's get out of here!" Kane shouted, managing to pry the door open a crack. He wedged his shoulder against the massive, ornate door, veins bulging in his neck as he pushed with every ounce of strength. The ancient hinges groaned in protest before yielding just enough to allow passage.

"Move!" he commanded, sweat dripping from his brow. We didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed Lottie's hand, somehow knowing her powers would not hurt me, as I pulled her toward the exit. Adam and Chase covered our retreat, engaging Astaroth to buy us time.

They moved in perfect unison, a dance of combat honed over years. Chase feinted left, drawing Astaroth's gaze, while Adam struck from the right with a swift kick aimed at his ribs. Astaroth snarled, dark energy crackling around him as he deflected blows and retaliated with bursts of shadowy force.

"Keep him busy!" I shouted, urgency driving my steps.

"You're not escaping me!" Astaroth's voice echoed, filled with wrath. The sound reverberated off the stone walls, amplifying his fury into a tangible force that seemed to press against us.

We dashed down the corridor, the path twisting and turning as if the castle itself sought to confound us. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows that danced ominously along the walls. Lottie lagged behind, her breath coming in ragged gasps, one hand clutching her swollen belly. The weight of her pregnancy slowed her pace, each step a struggle against exhaustion.

Without hesitation, Adam scooped her up in his arms as he rushed by, cradling her protectively against his chest.

"I've got you," he assured her, his voice steady despite the chaos. Lottie wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes wide with fear but filled with trust.

"Faster!" Kane urged, glancing back with panic flickering in his eyes. Astaroth raised his hands behind us, an evil cackle bouncing off the walls, the sound chilling enough to freeze blood. The very walls began to close in, the corridor narrowing as we ran. Stone and mortar shifted with groans and creaks, passages that were once open now sealed or reduced to mere slivers. The ground beneath us trembled, threatening to throw us off balance.

"Time is not on my side anyway, dear sister... Let me do this." I admitted knowing I had limited time left made me braver than normal. My heart pounded in my chest, but I stood firm, determined to protect them at any cost.

But the blow never came.

A brilliant light erupted between us and Astaroth, a barrier of luminescent energy. A figure materialised within it—Selene.

"Selene", Kane growled, his body tensing as if ready for round two. Something I understood, given all I knew about their dealings.

"Kane Maddox." She breathed as a vision of ethereal beauty appeared before us. She was magnificent. So much so that it stole the breath from my lungs. Her long, flowing hair cascaded like a waterfall of pure silver, shimmering with the soft glow of moonlight. Her skin was as pale and flawless as porcelain, emitting a gentle radiance that seemed to soothe the very air around her.

Eyes like twin galaxies gazed upon us—vast, deep, and filled with timeless wisdom. Her lips, a delicate shade of pink, curved into a serene smile that spoke of both compassion and unyielding strength. She wore a gown that flowed like liquid starlight, intricate patterns of constellations woven into the fabric. An aura of tranquillity enveloped her, her inner beauty shining brighter than the stars themselves.