Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon

Knox's POV

I pushed open the heavy oak door to my father's chambers, the creak of the hinges slicing through the silence like a blade. The sight that greeted me stopped me cold. The room was a disaster zone-furniture toppled and shattered, papers scattered like fallen leaves, and deep gouges marred the once-polished wooden floors. The rich scent of cedar mixed with the sharp tang of broken glass and the unmistakable aroma of my mother's fury. Jasmine and wildfire. She'd been here, and she hadn't been pleased.

Near the tall, arched window that overlooked the shadowed forest, my father stood with his back to us. Moonlight cast him in silhouette, a dark figure hunched over, whispering urgently with a male pack member. The man's posture was tense, his eyes darting nervously as my father spoke in hushed tones. Their conspiracy was evident, the secrecy palpable. Whatever they were discussing was meant to be hidden from prying eyes and ears.

As Adam and I stepped into the room, shards of porcelain crunching under our boots, Alpha Leigh didn't bother to turn around. He waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder.

"Look, love, I know you don't like this and are angry, but it's already in motion, so either get on board or leave," he said flatly.

"He should be thankful that was not our mother, or he would be facing a fury, I wager, worse than ours." Havoc laughed painfully. On any other day, I would have agreed, but Lottie's life and our pups were at stake.

"I doubt there is a fury worse than mine." I uttered back bitterly.

A maelstrom of emotions exploded within me anger ignited like gasoline on fire, scorching every nerve. My vision blurred at the edges, a red haze threatening to consume me. Murderous intent coiled in my gut, a dark whisper urging me to act, to end this betrayal once and for all. But then, like a cool breeze tempering a raging inferno, Adam's hand rested firmly on my shoulder. The weight of it pulled me back from the brink. I took a deep breath, forcing the rage down, burying it beneath a facade of icy calm.

"Seriously. leave." My father added harshly. Undoubtedly, he was not in the mood for our mother. Adam scoffed loudly, the sound dripping with contempt. At that, Leigh finally turned around. His eyes widened in shock, the colour draining from his face as he registered our presence.

"Oh." He managed to say. For a moment, he seemed to shrink, his usual commanding aura evaporating. Fear flickered across his features, followed swiftly by anger. His mouth opened and closed wordlessly, like a fish gasping for air, as he grappled with the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

"Oh indeed," Adam replied, his tone laced with the same suspicions I had minutes ago.

"What are you doing in here?" Leigh finally demanded, attempting to regain his composure.

"What do you think we are doing here?" Adam laughed, but it held no humour, just hatred for a once powerful Alpha. My father stepped forward, but I didn't miss the slight tremble in his hand as he hastily tucked it behind his back-no doubt signalling to his accomplice. "That will not do." Havoc grumbled, already devising the ways he planned to torture the male who had thought it wise to piss him off. His eyes darted between us, searching for some advantage, some escape.

"Not happening." Havoc laughed excitedly. I pursed my lips, exhaling slowly. Without a word, I moved behind Adam, allowing him to be the barrier between us. The silence stretched taut, tension crackling in the air like electricity before a storm. I watched in the shards of broken mirror in front of me as Leigh's gaze flickered with confusion, perhaps expecting an outburst that never came.

"I do so love being right," I muttered under my breath as I reached back and gently closed the door. The soft click of the latch sounded ominous in the stillness. My movements were measured, almost serene. Surprisingly, I wasn't consumed by rage at my father's betrayal. Disappointment didn't gnaw at me. Instead, I felt a profound sense of pity-for Kane. Ever the dutiful son, Leigh's little soldier who genuinely believed the old man could change. How shattered he would be to learn the truth.

"You hate him." Havoc reminded me, causing my jaw to clench painfully.

"I do." I replied dismissively. "He cost us our girl." I reminded Havoc while trying to remain calm.

"Then why do you care if he is hurt? I think your father is not the only one keeping secrets, silly wolf." He sighed and withdrew slowly.

"I think I preferred you when you were dumb and silent." I growled internally

"And I when you were smart and caring." He cut me off before retreating fully to the depths of my mind. Chewing my lip, I watched my father in the mirror and fought the urge to remind Havoc that being kind had cost us everything. "Where is she?" I asked, my back still turned to him. My voice was calm, devoid of emotion, but each word was weighted with intent. Everything hinged on his answer.

"Son..." he began, a note of false warmth in his tone.

I raised a hand to silence him, still

refusing to face him. The audacity of

him calling me 'son' after everything

was almost laughable. I sensed his fury at being shushed-the Alpha in him bristling at the blatant

onque.

disrespect-but he held his Perhaps he recognized the precariousness of his position.

"Before we start, Leigh," I said evenly, emphasising his name to drive the point home, you should know that you leaving this room alive depends on the answer you give me." I nodded slightly, a silent cue for him to proceed. I kept my back to him, trusting that Adam would intervene if necessary. An odd comfort settled over me, knowing that despite everything, I wasn't alone in this.

There was a pause a heartbeat where the only sound was the distant rustling of the wind through the trees outside. I imagined the gears turning in his mind, weighing his options.

"Who?" Leigh feigned innocence, his voice smooth from years of practised deception.

I remained silent. Instead, I stepped forward and slid the heavy iron bolt across the door with a resounding clang. The action was symbolic-we all knew a mere lock wouldn't hold an Alpha wolf. But it wasn't about trapping him physically; it was about sending a message. Actions have consequences, and I was his consequence.