Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Judy's POV

No?

Did he just say no?

Anger coursed through me; the shock of him tracking me down to the packhouse long gone as I stared up at him.

"What do you mean by no?" I asked him, my tone louder than I intended.

"Just that," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm not letting you stay here. As soon as I'm done here, you're coming home with me."

"You have no right to tell me that," I nearly shouted at him, my fury getting the best of me. "This is my decision, not yours!" Truth be told, I was going to talk to him about it. I wasn't sure if this was a decision I wanted to make. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay in this pack, but I needed to know where Gavin stood first. But hearing him deny my choice without even discussing it with me first left an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't going to remain quiet over that. His eyes darkened.

narrowing his eyes. "Not to mention you are carrying my baby... something that connects you to me by blood.

further, and I could tell by the dismissive way he was glaring at me. I glanced over my shoulder at Sampson, whose eyes were shifted to the ground, trying to avoid my

something?" I asked him as if this was his fault. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, and I could see the struggle behind his eyes; I knew it was out of his hands before

Alpha Landry disapproves, I can't do anything. He has every right to deny my offer," Sampson said gently. "I'm sorry, Judy. There's nothing I

Gavin; a rage I never felt before bubbling inside

anywhere with you," I said through my teeth. "You can't come here and disrupt my life like you didn't take part in destroying whatever was budding between us. If you o kept communicating with me during your rendezvous with Rachel, then none of this would be happening. You were never

him. Though he didn't flinch, I could see the

I disgust you when I was inside of you last

gawked at him; I couldn't believe he just said that... especially in front

a piece of shit," I muttered as I shoved past him, hating that my voice cracked

his voice, like he regretted what he had said to me. But the damage was