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 do

pit of my stomach. It was a feeling I never got from being around him

tension from what I just dealt with, the heartbreak, and the pregnancy hormones. It was clouding

my condo, my frown only deepened as I looked at him. I assumed he

asked him, my tone coming

security there was around here this last day or so. I wasn't in any kind of danger... at least not physically. So, I wasn't sure why he felt the need

rather just go home,"

were crying for a reason," he reminded me. “Once we get to our destination, we can talk about it. But I

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

grounds, my heart was

tell me where we are going," I told him, hating the fear that

too, because he frowned as he glanced

"Are you afraid?"