Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 786

Irene was still frozen, unable to move or pry her eyes away from her mate. Her eyes were filled to the brim with unshed tears, and her body trembled slightly, but only noticeable if you were staring at her for a long while.

“Judy,” I heard my name coming from Gavin’s lips. I didn’t notice he was now standing in front of Erik, trying to get him to back off before he killed Chuck in front of everybody. “Get her out of here.”

I knew he was speaking about Irene, and I nodded in agreement. Nan and Eliza rushed towards us, worry evident on both their faces.

“Help me,” I pleaded as I took hold of Irene’s arm.

Nan took her other arm, and Eliza guided us out of the ballroom. Irene went with us numbly, finally able to pry her eyes away from Chuck.

He screamed for her to wait, but Erik was fast and had him by the throat. Gavin tried to get Erik to loosen his grip. Some other gammas guided us even further through the crowd until we were out of the room, the door shutting behind us and blocking my view of what was happening.

Once we were finally away from everything, Irene finally let out a sob. She covered her mouth with her hands and let all her tears fly free. Her entire body wracked with these sobs, and she couldn’t contain the tremors any longer. I was quick to wrap my arms around her, trying to hold her together the best that I could.

Nan also wrapped her arms around Irene, forming a strong and unbreakable bond. Eliza patted Irene on the back, unsure of what to do or say.

“Irene…” I whispered as she sobbed. “It’s going to be okay.”

I wiped hair away from her soaked face, trying to make her see the light. “He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better.”

“He’s been with someone else…” she whimpered. “My mate lied to me. I feel sick to my stomach.”

“I know,” I said, my heart breaking even more. “I’m so sorry this is happening.”

“I hate him,” she whispered. “I hate him so much for treating me like I’m nothing.”

“You’re not nothing,” Nan said, pulling back to look at her. “He’s the fool… not you.”

Eliza reached into her purse, pulling out a napkin, and tried to hand it to Irene, but she refused it. Her breathing was heavy as she pulled away from us. Her wolf was rising fast, grief turning to rage. The wind stirred around her, the scene of her power bleeding into the night. Irene didn’t shift often, but when she did, she was a surprisingly powerful wolf. I suppose that had to do with her bloodline.

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