Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Despite being a friend, and his embrace warm, his touch somehow felt wrong. Like, I shouldn't be allowing him to touch me like this. But I needed to feel something... anything other than the pain I was feeling from Gavin.

"Come on," he said softly, lifting me off the ground and carrying me bridal style. My lips trembled as I suppressed more sobs, but I couldn't hold them in.

He brought me over to his waiting car and helped me into the passenger seat. He buckled my seatbelt because I was too out of it to do it myself. He ran around the car and got into the driver's seat. For a moment, I thought I heard my name coming from Lucy's lips, but it was gone as Spencer sped away from the packhouse.

He was quiet as he drove through the streets; his hands clutching the steering wheel tightly, as if it owed him money, and his jaw tensing periodically.

I glanced up at him with a frown, not sure what to say. I was grateful for my friend at that moment for getting me away from the packhouse, but now that I was getting further away, I had questions in my mind... like why?

Most of the gammas were on post with this new threat out there, so why was Spencer at the packhouse to begin with?

"Thanks," I tell him, breaking the silence after a long while.

"Don't mention it," he said, his eyes remaining fixed on the road.

to

feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was a feeling I never got from being

with, the heartbreak, and the pregnancy hormones.

looked at him. I assumed

me?" I asked him, my

furrowed my brows at him, not sure what he was talking about. This pack was plenty safe with the amount of security there was around here this last day or so. I wasn't in any kind of danger... at

home,"

we get to our destination, we can talk about it. But I

bit my lower tip, nibbling on it as I stared up at him. He was so serious; it was something I wasn't used to when it came to Spencer. At this point, wished I had my phone with me and almost cursed myself for

we left the parking grounds, my

are going," I told him, hating the fear that was clear

because he frowned as

"Are you afraid?"