Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law

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The main thing that stood out was that this girl was incredibly pregnant. Like, seriously, about to pop kind of pregnant. She was deep breathing and looking pained, both physically and emotionally… Shelly wondered if she was in labor and if so… why wasn’t she in a room yet?

The hospital was in neutral territory; it wasn’t the best, but it was far enough away from the Redmoon pack that no one would hear about this appointment. She didn’t want the pack doctors to know about Shelly’s situation; she knew word would travel around the pack if she wasn’t careful.

From appearance alone and then scent, Shelly could tell right away that this girl was a rogue.

“I can’t do this…” the girl kept murmuring, tears filling her brown eyes.

Before Shelly could think against it, she stood and walked over to the young girl. She hadn’t noticed Shelly at first, not until Shelly sat beside her and grasped one of her hands, which was still clutched around the seat.

“Hey,” Shelly said softly. “Are you okay?”

The girl looked up, her bottom lip quivering. She stared at Shelly for a long while, trying to figure out if she could talk to Shelly.

Shelly couldn’t blame her; the girl didn’t know her, and it was clear she had been going through something. Shelly decided to go

a different route.

“Are you here alone?”

The girl blinked and then glanced around the room, confused as to why Shelly was choosing to speak to her instead of everyone else. Eventually, the girl nodded slowly.

Shelly gave her a small smile, but she couldn’t help but feel concerned and worried that it showed on her face.

“My name is Michelle Montague… but you can call me Shelly,” she introduced, hoping not to sound intimidating. She outstretched her hand to shake, and the girl looked at it questionably before lifting her gaze and meeting Shelly’s.

“Meg…” the girl finally said, lifting her hand to take Shelly’s; she shook her hand tentatively.

“That’s a pretty name. Is it short for Meghan?”

Meg nodded. Her breathing seemed less labored, though she still had a pained look in her eyes.

“How old are you, Meg?”

Meg nibbled on her bottom lip as she broke her gaze from Shelly’s to look at the ground.

“I turn 19 next week.”

Shelly’s chest tightened.

“Where are your parents?”

Meg was quiet for a moment; at first, Shelly didn’t think she would answer.

“They aren’t around,” she said softly. Shelly couldn’t help but feel that Meg wasn’t telling her something, but she decided not

to pry or dwell on the subject. As far as she could tell, Meg was completely alone.

“Boyfriend or husband?”

Once again, Meg was quiet, and then she breathed.

“He’s not around anymore…” she whispered. “He was killed…”

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Shelly’s heart broke in an instant.

“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “So, you have nobody?”

Meg nodded and then put her hands on her belly, tears filling her eyes.

“I’m not sure what to do…” she whispered sadly. “I have nobody to help me…. I can’t raise a baby. A goddamn baby I’m in over my head. My mother was right… I should have had an abortion or something.”

Shelly didn’t think her heart could break any more.

“You shouldn’t speak like that… some can’t have children. You should count yourself lucky. Now you’ll have a partner in crime

for life.”

Meg let out a breathy laugh, which turned into a desperate sob.

“I’m used to being alone,” she muttered. “I never wanted that for this baby, though… I don’t want her to grow up alone like 1

had to.”

“As long as she has you, she’ll never be alone,” Shelly told her.

Meg nibbled on her lower lip, thinking about that for a moment before she winced in pain, her hand flying to her belly again.

Charles Hill

Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.