Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem)

Lottie POV

Staring at the ceiling of my old room, I listened to the steady breathing of my brothers and smiled to myself, marvelling at how one night could pivot our relationships so unexpectedly. Adam and I had taken some kind of miraculous turn in the road; it felt like we had bridged months of distance in a single evening. Liam seemed more brooding now, almost as if he had adopted the old, sombre demeanour Adam used to wear like a second skin.

Meanwhile, Chase appeared distant and quiet, a far cry from his usual lively, cocky self. Instead of snuggling into the quilt beside me as he always did, he now slept on a chair, his large body making the chair creak with every breath he took.

Liam was sprawled out on the floor, looking uncomfortable yet oddly at peace in his makeshift bed, while Adam lay beside me, his expression calm as he slept soundly, his lips occasionally twitching into a smile. Observing him in such a peaceful state, I wondered what had sparked this change. I remembered him from years ago when I was friends with his daughter; he had been a doting father, full of smiles and jokes.

"During Our time at the Royal pack, I have neither seen nor heard anyone talk about his daughter," Sage uttered as she stirred within me, bringing with her a sudden realisation- Why wasn't she around?

"Maybe it was a bad breakup? Maybe her mother will not allow her to visit? Was their life too dangerous for her?" I rushed out to Sage in a panic.

"Chill those titties girl. I just meant.." But I continued to no longer listen to reason.

"If so, and it is too dangerous, what does that say for the pups I am about to bring into this world and family?" I uttered, my mind whirling with endless possibilities.

"Or maybe that is where he goes when he sneaks out... To see his family?" Sage interrupted my spiral of worry and concern. Regardless of her attempt to soothe me, these questions swirled in my mind, adding layers of curiosity and concern about Adam's past and the shadows that seemed to follow him.

Feeling restless and not the least bit tired, I carefully slid out of bed, trying my best not to disturb Adam, whose presence beside me was both a comfort and a novelty. As I tiptoed past Liam, I paused, my heart skipping a beat, hoping I hadn't awakened him. Successfully reaching the door, I let out a sigh of relief and stepped quietly into the hallway, closing the door gently behind me.

Standing alone in the dimly lit corridor, I placed a hand on my belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of my unborn twins.

"Mummas here." I cooed as the sensation of them kicking my hand brought a surge of emotion over me, a mix of joy but a poignant reminder of all I had lost and all that still awaited me. This old pack house, with its walls steeped in memories both sweet and painful, seemed to hold echoes of a life I missed with all my heart.

As the house lay enveloped in silence, with everyone else lost in slumber, I decided to seize this rare moment of solitude to wander through the familiar yet foreign halls of my old home. The twins inside me were the only company I had as I roamed, their restless movements keeping pace with my wandering thoughts.

First, I found myself drawn to the

pack's games room, a spacious area designed to entertain over thirty people at once. The room, filled with an array of electronic consoles like a Switch and PlayStation, along with a variety of board games, brought a smile to my face. It was here that Lilly and I had spent countless hours challenging others, basking in the sheer joy of youthful competition and laughter. The memories were vivid, almost palpable, as if Lilly might walk in any moment, game controller in hand, ready for another round. novelbin

"Not likely." Sage half laughed. Her words brought a smile to my face.

"No more like a weapon of some sort these days." I responded with a scoff.

Leaving the games room behind, I ventured into the kitchen, which was nothing short of breathtaking. The expansive layout, the gleaming countertops, and the state-of-the-art appliances all reflected the heart of a home that had hosted numerous pack gatherings. Yet, as I stood there, memories of a different nature washed over me-memories of Kane and me during Lilly's mating ceremony. My cheeks flushed as I recalled the night he had given me a spanking right here in this kitchen. The heat of his touch seemed to burn me all over again, sending a wave of longing through my body that left my legs wobbling.

Leaning against the counter for support, I was overwhelmed by a rush of arousal, the intensity of the memory making it hard to stand. He was an ass, sure, but the connection we had the raw, physical and emotional intimacy-was something I found myself missing deeply. I never doubted Kane or Knox's love, even if it was fleeting. The passion, the sense of being desired and cherished, even for a short time, was something I longed for now more than ever. Something that surprised me was that my sex drive had escalated dramatically, especially since it had been almost non-existent at the beginning of my pregnancy.

Every morning after I had finished

breakfast and Chase had left for his duties, I would look into the mirror at my over-ripe body. My boobs had grown two cup sizes to a D-cup. They were huge, and my nipples had grown dark brown and large- and they were hypersensitive. I would pull my boobs out over my bra and marvel at them. Unable to resist, I found myself kneading them and pulling at my big, dark, rubbery nipples. They looked so good and firm, sitting atop my huge belly, that I would inevitably lift one leg onto a chair and masturbate myself to orgasm, watching my swollen

breasts bounce in the mirror as I

came.

The aroma of my arousal filled the kitchen as my temperature continued to rise, leaving me feeling increasingly flustered by the urgent need for a past that was no longer feasible. Walking to the refrigerator, I grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down, hoping the cool liquid would soothe the fire within me, both the throbbing in my heart and the more insistent throbbing between my thighs.

Standing there, the cold bottle in hand, I took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions and desires swirling inside me. This house, with all its memories, was a stark reminder of everything I had experienced-the good, the bad, and the intensely personal. As I leaned against the cool surface of the kitchen counter, my eyes closed; I felt my heart leap as one word bounced around the dark room.

"Princess?"