Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Chapter 745 Judy's POV Gavin was in the bathroom getting dressed when I entered. I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him. He was wearing a designer suit, and his hair was styled neatly. He looked at me in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. He knew what I was thinking before I even said anything, but he still sighed and shook his head. "Judy" "I'm coming with you," I said with such finality that it shocked me. "This dinner isn't a courtesy, it's a summons," he said, turning to look at me. He was calm, but the muscles in his cheek betrayed him.

"If anything smells wrong, I need you nowhere near it." "It already smells wrong," I shot back, folding my arms across. my chest. "Which is exactly why I'm not letting you walk into Blackwell territory alone." He raised his brows as he stared back at me, and I swear I saw the corner of his lips twitching. Was he finding it amusing? I was. losing my mind about having my mate go to the dark regions, and he was finding this funny? He was lucky I loved him, or I ---- would have killed him by now. I was hurt; he's been keeping things from me because he doesn't want to stress me out.

But he was lying to me and not telling me the entire truth, stressing me out more than he knew. His blocking his feelings from me was stressing me out. He didn't understand what that kind of thing did to a mate because it's been so long since he's had one. He wouldn't have even told me about the dinner with the Blackwells if I hadn't found the letter in his pocket this morning. Apparently, Beta Taylor arrived last night with a letter that was sent to the packhouse. He wasn't even going to tell me about it, which hurt both me and my wolf.

more 'I'll be at the office.' We do this together, or we don't do it at all." "And if it goes bad?" He asked. "The Blackwells aren't stupid enough to attack either of us during a simple dinner," I said, narrowing my eyes at him." Unless they want a war. You are Alpha Gavin Landry, the ---- strongest Lycan chairman in the world, and you

and I could see the fight in him wavering. I reached out and laced my fingers with his, trying to get him to see reason. His eyes dropped to our joined hands and then climbed back

as if he needed to breathe my air in order to anchor himself. "Fine. You can come with me. But if I say we leave... we leave. No arguments." "No arguments," I repeated,

we were actually going to the manor this evening. The Blackwells were kind of

loomed from the dark at last, not built so much as exhumed, wet with sheen that caught the moon in broken pieces. The manor rose beyond the gates like a cathedral someone had frightened. Spires stitched the sky. Windows stared too long. Ivy