Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Despite Lucy crying for the last couple of hours since the pack meeting till now, she still looked gorgeous. Yes, she had some makeup smeared under her eyes, and her face was a bit pale, but she was stunning.

"Of course," I tell her.

She heads to the bathroom while I get the living room set up for a much-needed talk. I still wasn't sure where my friendship stood with Lucy, but for right now, I think I needed a friend more than anyone. I wanted to call Nan and Irene and tell them what was happening, but that would mean admitting that I'm pregnant with Gavin's baby, and I'd rather skip that part. I wanted to talk to someone who already knew that part of the story, so I didn't have to repeat it.

It didn't take long for Lucy to return. Her makeup was cleaned up, and her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail.

She gave me a small smile when she saw me seated on the couch. When she joined me, she turned to face me, getting herself comfortable.

"So, spill it," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Gavin Landry? How do you know him?"

I bit my lower lip and nibbled on it; I knew this question was going to happen. I took a deep breath before answering her question.

"I'm from his territory," I told her. "I actually tutor his son..."

"His son??" She asked with wide eyes. "You personally work for Gavin Landry?"

I nodded and looked away from her penetrating eyes.

"Yes," I tell her. "I have for almost 2 years..."

Her eyes grew large.

"Holy shit. We barely even see Alpha Levi... like never. And you're telling me you

other day," I told her with a shrug. "And yeah, I

cheeks were burning, and her eyes grew even wider if that vas

true then," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. It wasn't a question,

true?" I asked,

eyes and then cocked her head to the side as she stared

eyes flickering to my still flat

wasn't a question, just an observation, and I knew

hands immediately go to my belly, my fingers trembling as I fight to keep from curling

pregnant with his baby," I admitted, the words tasting bitter

she whispered, leaning back in her seat. “And you ran away from

cheeks burned with regret and embarrassment, but at the same time, I had every

I muttered. "And expecting a baby

She asked, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean he's with

at home. A fiancé or whatever... he

stared at me, dumbfounded for a moment before

I raised my brows.

the pack, he was called

her head, that frown deepening