Seducing My Ex's Father In Law by Caroline Above Story

I stepped out of the bathroom and froze when I saw a mug on the nightstand with

an assortment of sweeteners. It wasn't there earlier when I first walked into this

room. I glanced in the mug, and it was tea.

I put some sugar in the tea, knowing Spencer must have put it in here for me. He

was thoughtful, and it warmed my heart knowing I had a friend like him in my

corner.

As I sipped the tea, I walked towards the window. My eyes traveled to where the

Redcliff pack was... or at least the direction of the pack. We were about 10 miles

away, so I couldn't see it, but there was still a strange pull towards it.

Maybe I was just tired... actually... I was getting really tired. I took another long

sip of the tea and let out a yawn. My eyes were drooping to a point where keeping

them open was an impossible task.

My wolf clawed inside me, sensing something was seriously wrong. She howled

desperately, wanting to get back to the pack.

Then, something in the far distance caught my eye; I frowned.

Was that a fire?

My eyes scanned the surroundings; the fire was quite a distance away, but that

wasn't what caught my attention. My eyes found another pair of eyes, staring at

me in the forest, and a bone-chilling feeling crept up my spine.

A rogue?

eyes were blurry from how drowsy I was suddenly getting, and

step backward, and my

my wolf and I

own two feet anymore. Suddenly, my

almost too much.

the ground, the mug slipping from my fingers

outside the bedroom door, and I knew

flooded me when he opened the door; I couldn't open my mouth

my tongue felt like it weighed a hundred

my hazy eyes and stared back

indifference. My brows furrowed.

see what was happening to

he going to help

as he stared at me; he bent down to me, his hand reaching

hair behind my ear. His touch lingered on my cheek for a

and tainted; I tried to

my body. I was completely

everything I had in

consciousness. But

feel the weakening state of

fight leaving me

desperation

get me out of

still shift; at least

pregnant, eam. So

able to get me out

she was also

our pup

I could feel

and my

against my ribcage.

hand out to me again, his fingers

fucking beautiful," he whispered. "Soon, you're

Montague."

what the fuck

of work to