Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel 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.

Seeing the expression on my face, softened his features.

“Babe….” He said softly as I stepped closer to him.

“NO more half-truths,” I said before he could say anything else. “No 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 own the largest franchise in the world… even bigger than their empire. Yes, they are powerful and play by their own rules, but hurting either of us would be suicide.”

I still couldn’t believe we were actually going to the manor this evening. The Blackwells were kind of like an urban legend in the werewolf world. They were heard but never seen. I couldn’t help but feel like we were walking right into their den.

The road to the Blackwell Manor crawled through pines that whispered like gossip, needle tips combing the wind. The closer we drew, the colder the air became, and old cold, the kind that remembers things. Stone walls 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 clung like bruise-dark veins. I shivered, and Gavin’s hand found mine, entwining his fingers and giving me a reassuring squeeze.

“Maybe we should have brought security,” I said for not the first time. “Or at least Beta Taylor. He’ll be pissed if he finds out we came here and didn’t tell him.”

The natural territory that the Blackwell Manor was in was about an hour North of our borders. It was a territory outsiders would never dare to wander into.

“The less we bring, the better,” Gavin told me as he put the car in park. “We don’t want to escalate any issues. If they feel trapped, it could cause problems.”

“What about us?” I asked. “What if we feel trapped?”