Chapter 599

Judy's POV

"Did you really think you could hide from me, little wolf?"

I was in deep shit. I knew I was in trouble the second Marlo ordered Rocco and Peter to escort me to Sampson's office in the packhouse. That meant that Sampson mindlinked him and ordered him to do just that; this also meant that Sampson feared I would run. Which wasn't far off considering I was indeed a runner. I would have run to avoid this conversation; there was no doubt in my mind that Lucy had told him the truth about my pregnancy.

The worst part was... I couldn't even blame her. If she hadn't, Dr. Jasper would have.

The second I was scheduled to go patrolling with my team this evening, I could see the worry in Lucy's eyes. I knew her heart was in the right place. I hated that I couldn't be upset with her... I only had myself to blame.

I knew that I was pregnant, but I shouldn't be so careless.

The second I heard his voice... I knew I was in even deeper shit. He dismissed Rocco and Peter, and after slight hesitation, they were gone. I kept my back towards him, too afraid to actually turn around and face him. I had run from him; I left and said nothing to him, and now I was facing him head-on. I still couldn't believe he was in Redcliff. I barely even heard his speech because all I could think about was the fact that he was actually here... standing in front of me.

My heart pounded in my chest when I felt his front pressing against my back. His warm breath fanned against the back of my neck, and I felt goosebumps forming on my arms.

"Who said I was hiding?" I hated how breathy and weak my voice sounded. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure he could hear it.

"Don't insult me," he whispered, his fingers trailing up my sides. I couldn't help but shudder from his touch. He was intoxicating, and it was infuriating how my body... and my wolf... reacted to him. "Come with me."

Before I knew what was happening, his hand was gently wrapped around my wrist, and he was pulling me with him and into a smaller room. It was one of the packhouse conference rooms, with a long table, a whiteboard, and a projector for presentations. This room was rarely used. I kept my back to him, unable to bring myself to look at him. If I did, I knew I would be putty in his hands. I heard the closing of the door behind him and then the clicking of the lock, making my heart skip a beat.

He was close to me again, his breath fanning against the nape of my neck.

"Turn around." His voice came out as a low growl; I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and stood my ground. "I wasn't asking."

He takes my arm and spins me until I'm facing him. My eyes stay glued to his chest, his gorgeous, strongly built, rippling chest. My mouth went dry at just the sight of his chest, despite it being covered by his button-down shirt. I refused to meet his eyes because I knew if I did-

His hands were under my chin, lifting my head up to meet his gaze before I could finish that thought. My breath hitched when I looked into his clouded eyes. They were filled with so much pain and anger that it took my breath away. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.

I needed to break this tension between us... I needed to get away from his close proximity, but my body wouldn't listen.

"Gavin "

"How could you just leave?" He asked, stopping whatever it was I was about to say. His eyes trailed to my lips, causing heat to course through my entire body.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"It wasn't personal..." I tried to lie, but he stopped me again.

"Don't lie to me," he said deeply and sharply, cutting through me like a knife. He kept a firm grip on my chin, keeping my eyes locked on his. "You... left..." noveldrama

My lip trembled, his gaze shifted to my mouth, his eyes darkening. His thumb traced my bottom lip, sending warmth throughout my body and causing my breathing to hitch How could this one man affect me to this degree?

"I left," I whispered back.

"Tell me why you left," he pushed. "Why didn't you say goodbye..."

There was a raw vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard. I wanted to tell him why I left; I wanted to tell him that I was heartbroken because I was

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hopelessly in love with a man who didn't and wouldn't love me back. Because the man I wanted was

marrying another woman and expecting a baby with her.

A baby...

Shit. I was expecting a baby with him, and he didn't know.

Should he know?

I couldn't let this baby feel an ounce of being unwanted... not like how I feel.

"Answer the question, Judy," he said, bringing me out of my thoughts.