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

Judy's POV

I watched Gavin walk away with Zachary, and even though I told him I was going to be okay and that it was fine for him to leave for a few minutes, a part of me wanted to pull him back. My wolf didn't like being away from our mate in this strange place, even though I still felt a strange pull to this manor, like there were secrets here waiting for me to uncover them.

The problem was, I wanted to uncover them with Gavin, not away from him.

I told myself it would only be a little while, and I needed to keep breathing. I couldn't be afraid of what was to come if I was expecting to be a brave Luna.

“Judy?” Selene said, drawing my attention to her. “Are you coming?”

I nodded, swallowing the lump I had in my throat.

Selene led me into a smaller parlor off the main hall, sunlight spilling through tall windows and catching the dust like glitter.

"This is where we will start,” she said. "We are going to focus on posture and stance for right now. Later, we will practice dining and proper conversation starters. We'll even learn questions and answers because trust me, as a Luna, your packmates will be asking you a ton of questions, and they expect proper answers." “Should I change clothes?" I asked, staring down at my oversized t-shirt and jeans, the only things that truly fit me comfortably now that I have a baby bump. I brought a dress with some heels, though they were comfortable and made me feel even fatter than I was.

"That's not necessary,” she told me with a small smile. “You're pregnant and your body is constantly changing. It's a delicate time, and your packmates will understand why you aren't dressing up 24/7. There's much more to being a Luna than what you're wearing."

My cheeks flushed.

"That's what Gavin said too," I told her.

She smiled.

she said. “You're lucky to have him as a mate. Now let's get started. You'll find posture and

it sound easy, like being Luna was learning to stand straight and not trip over

her stance, trying not to think about it. I relaxed my hands, kept my shoulders back, and my chin up. She reached over and adjusted my stance slightly, lowering my chin

softly, circling me. "Grace isn't about control, it's about awareness. You don't dominate

couldn't

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like a whisper I couldn't catch. Every

skin, pulsing

with my heartbeat.

off

"Like this?"

on me for a moment too long before

distracted," she

fine," I said a bit

"Are you sure?"

was off; I must have been way too transparent. “Yes,” I told her. I think I'm just a bit tired. I don't

clapped her hands; much to my surprise, a couple of maids ran into the