Filed to story: Gavin Landry and Judy Werewolf Story
Its always one night stands.
Never anything real.
– I dont have the time to date, he told her.
I have a pack to run, duties to fulfill, and children to care for.
Im not a child anymore, Dad, she reminded him, nudging his arm with hers.
And Matt doesnt need you around all the time.
We both want you to be happy even if it means dating someone younger than you.
She bit her lip ; she was hinting, and he knew it.
He frowned at her.
Someone younger? He asked, his eyes never leaving the side of her face.
She shrugged.
We just want you to be happy … with whoever you choose, she told him.
We dont want you to be lonely.
Youve thought a lot about this, huh? He asked her.
She bit back a smile, but she didnt deny it.
Im going to bed now.
Im guessing Ethan wont call me tonight, she said, standing to her feet.
Gavin could hear the heartache in her tone.
Good night, Dad.
Thanks for the talk.
He didnt say anything, he gave her a nod and watched as she left the room.
His mind traveled back to Judy and how she must be feeling through her own mate bond.
Gavin knew that the mate bond was strong, and it was difficult to break ; she had to live with the fact that her fated mate was marrying another woman and there was nothing she could do about it.
He wondered if Judy was strong enough to overcome such pain.
Is there anything you need tonight before I call it a night? One of the maids asked, walking into the room.
Gavin sighed and stood to his feet.
No, you are dismissed, he told her and started to walk past her.
I quite liked Miss Montague, the maid proceeded to say before Gavin could leave the room.
Shes a good fit for the house ; dont you think? Gavin wasnt sure what to say in response, so he chose not to say anything.
He walked out of the living room without sparing her another look.
Judys POV
The house was quiet when I returned home after having dinner at Gavins house.
It was always quiet these days.
The house felt so empty with my mother hiding away in her room, not a sound to be made.
I put my coat on the hook and made my way upstairs.
I paused outside of her bedroom door which was down the hall from my room.
There was no light on, and I wasnt even sure if she would be awake, but I needed to see her.
I needed to make sure that she was alright.
I grabbed the door handle and twisted it, pushing the door open gently.
The door creaked as it moved, and I winced at how dark and smelly it was.
It was clear she hadnt moved from the bed in a long while.
Taking a deep breath, I turned on the light in her dark room and stepped inside.
Mom? I asked, looking around the mess of a room.
My eyes landed on her form on the bed and my chest tightened even more.
Panic seized me as I ran towards her bed, not knowing if she was breathing or not.
I put my hand on her back and felt for any sign of movement, indicating that she was in fact breathing.
When my hand rose and fell, I sighed out of relief.
Mom? I said again, this time giving her a gentle shake.
Have you eaten anything at all today? I already knew the answer because the food I made for her this morning remained untouched on her nightstand.
She lifted her head and her eyes, unfocused, looked at me.
Oh, hey, Judy, she said sleepily.
When did you get here? A little while ago, I told her.
Im worried about you.
You havent left your room in days and the food that Ive been leaving you every morning and night has been untouched.
I need you to get out of bed and eat something.
Im not very hungry, she murmured as she rested her head back on her pillow.
I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.
You need to eat something, Mom.
Dad wouldnt want this for you, I told her.
She flinched at my mention of my father.
I went to see him earlier today ! She raised her gaze to meet mine once again.
You saw your father? She asked.
I nodded.
Hes doing well, I lied ; I couldnt tell her that when saw him, he was beaten black and blue.