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

My mother walked over to her dresser on the far side of the room, and she

rummaged through an old antique box that I knew my father had gifted her for one of their anniversaries years ago.

After a moment, she pulled out a long golden necklace with a rare pink diamond encased in white diamonds. Next to the pendant was a small golden key.

"There it is," she said, walking over to one of her drawers and pulling it open. I waited in the distance with Judy as she pulled out a gorgeous white box with engravings on it. I had never seen that box before, but it was clear it meant something to her by the way she handled it.

She placed the box down on the dresser and took the key in her hand.

"The gem is right in here," she said, looking at me from over her shoulder. "I wouldn't take it out unless necessary."

I stepped closer to her, peering down at the box from over her shoulder.

"Open it," I demanded it, a little too gruffly.

She frowned up at me.

"I'm still your mother," she said hotly. "You don't need to speak to me like that."

I let out a breath; I was still on edge after she hurt my mate; kindness wasn't a thing I wanted to show her right now, but she was right. She was my mother, and if I wanted her to do what I said, I needed to watch my tone with her.

my voice. "But this is

looked at me for a moment longer before her eyes

mate, but then, to my surprise, her gaze softened, and she

turning back

and pressed a button, allowing the

the color draining from her face,

I asked, stepping closer to her to peer into the box. Her hands trembled, and when she looked up at

I asked, though I feared I

this box. It was here. It's been here since your father passed away... how could it just

asked a nervousness in her tone as she looked up at me. I kept

gone

time. were and it was frustrating because there was really

could be possible," she

time you saw it?"

for me. It had to be an Alpha born from your bloodline," she explained. "There's no reason

about this?" I asked. "Somebody you

her eyes grew wary; she traced the necklace pendant, her

front of her, trying to