Seducing My Ex's Father In Law Chapter 453

Chapter 453

Judy’s POV

The manor was stunning—just like the magazines had described. Tucked away in a secluded area of the Silver Crescent pack, I’d never had the chance to see it until now. At the edge of the forest stood a pearl-colored gate leading up the driveway, guarded by a couple of Gamma officers. Only those with invitations—or Gavin—were allowed to pass.

The guards recognized him immediately and opened the gates. He nodded at them as he drove past and continued up the three-mile-long driveway. The drive wound through a dense, forested area, and as we neared the manor, my jaw dropped. It was massive—about the size of a mansion—and sat right at the ocean’s edge, gazing out over the horizon. The clearing beyond the forest was wide, and the driveway curved at the top, looping around a large fountain. At its center stood a stone carving of a wolf, staring directly at me.

I recognized the figure as one of the first Lycans to ever walk the earth, and the fact that Donna Landry had a statue of him in her driveway piqued my interest, to say the least.

Gavin parked in one of the designated spots and turned off the engine.

“Are you ready?” he asked, glancing at me. I must’ve looked like I’d seen a ghost because he narrowed his eyes, a flicker of concern passing through his gaze.

After a pause, I gave a small nod.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’m ready.”

He nodded and stepped out. Before I could reach for my door, he rushed around and opened it for me, extending his hand.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I told him, taking his hand as I stepped out. Standing in front of him, I became very aware of just how close he was.

“We need to keep up appearances,” he said, his eyes drifting toward the front door. I followed his gaze and spotted a tall, lanky man standing there. I raised a brow and glanced at Gavin, silently asking who he was.

“My mother’s butler,” he answered.

Of course she had a butler. That didn’t surprise me in the least.

“Okay,” I murmured, letting him take my arm as he guided me toward the entrance. Compared to Gavin, I looked tiny. He was tall and built like a god—broad shoulders, strong arms. I had strength too, but it was packed into a petite frame that didn’t exactly scream “danger.” I might’ve looked delicate, but I was far from weak. Still, next to Gavin, I looked small. I could only imagine what the butler thought of me—but it was clear from his expression that he was sizing me up.
“Is she close to her butler?” I asked in a low voice, knowing wolves could hear for miles.

“She’s close to all her staff,” he replied.

I took a shaky breath as we reached the front door.

“Alpha Gavin,” the butler said, bowing his head. “Your mother is expecting you.”

“Thanks, Doug,” Gavin replied with a small nod as a simple gesture.

The butler—Doug—stepped aside to let us in. His eyes flicked to me, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. I offered a faint smile, doing my best to maintain appearances, just like Gavin had advised, and then stepped past him into the manor.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that the whole place smelled like her perfume, mixed with Daisy’s lingering scent—proof she had recently been here, though she was gone now. Gavin stiffened when he picked up on it, and I could practically hear the silent scowl forming as he reached the same conclusion I had.

“Right this way,” Doug said, closing the front door and walking ahead of us. “Your mother is in the parlor. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

Gavin nodded and took my hand, keeping me close as we followed Doug through the manor. It was stunning—elegantly decorated with portraits lining the walls. They featured past Alphas and men who bore a strong resemblance to Gavin. I assumed they were his family—his father, grandfather, maybe even the brother who was abroad with his own family.

I knew Gavin had a sister too, but I didn’t see any portraits of her, which I found a little strange.

There were plenty of photos of Gavin, though, and it warmed my heart to see how much his mother cherished him, even if she couldn’t stand me.

As we stepped into the parlor, Gavin’s grip on me tightened, like he was afraid I might bolt at any moment. The idea made me want to laugh, but when I glanced up at him, I saw the tension in his jaw.

He was worried about something. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was.