Chapter 630
Judy’s POV
After dinner, I walked into the guest room, feeling relieved to have a bit of solitude.
As much as I enjoy Spencer’s company and I’m glad to have a friend with me, it
was also nice to be alone so I could gather all my thoughts. That pending sense of
dread stayed with me, and it was messing with my wolf as well. I didn’t like how
either of us was feeling in that moment, and I assumed it was because she was
missing Gavin.
I hated to admit that I was missing him, too. Having sex with him last night after
being away from him his touch for a couple of months and not even being in his
close proximity for a couple of weeks, it made me crave him in a way that I never
craved another person before.
My body remembered every touch, every scent, every taste of that man, and all I
wanted was to wrap myself around him and never let go.
I shouldn’t want him the way I do… not after how he spoke to me earlier and
embarrassed me in front of Sampson. But I do want him… more than words could
ever express.
I was pathetic.
It shouldn’t be this hard… if two people wanted to be together, then they should
be together. But I was certain if Gavin truly wanted to be with me or if he was
going to be with me out of obligation because he now knows that I’m pregnant.
I hated feeling like this, and I needed to distract myself or get some sleep before I
drove myself crazy.
I didn’t have a change of clothes or even pajamas to change into. I wasn’t really
planning on going anywhere other than my little condo.
I walked into the bathroom, surprised at how gorgeous it looked. I couldn’t believe
that Spencer built this with his own two hands. I knew he did it by himself, too,
because nobody other than his grandmother knew about this cabin.
I turned on the shower, relishing in the warm steam that radiated around the
bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief. This is exactly what I needed: a shower.
I stripped out of my clothes,
frowning when the sticky note fell to
the floor once I unhooked my bra. I
almost forgot that it was there. I
snatched it off the ground and
glanced at them. Now that I was
alone, I could analyze them a little
more. My father taught me how to
read coordinates at a young age,
and that skill became useful when I
started training to be a gamma
warrior.
As I studied the coordinates, naked in the steam-filled bathroom, I realized they
sounded very familiar. Like I’ve seen these before. I tried to think back to when I
saw these coordinates last, but my mind was a bit foggy.
Furrowing my brows, I placed them on the counter and stepped into the shower.
Maybe I just needed to clear my head a little more before I studied the
coordinates again.
The shower felt incredible. I used the
shampoo and conditioner left in the
shower, wondering who they
belonged to, only briefly. They were
the scent of roses, and it made me
feel calm. I washed my hair, and
then I washed my body. For a long
while, I just stood under the hot
stream of water, allowing it to soak
over my body and soothe away the
anxiety that lingered in the darkest
corner of my soul.
The coordinates flashed through my
mind again as I closed my eyes. The
memory of being picked up at the
private airport when I first arrived in
this region came to mind. I was
picked up by Ron and Spencer. I sat
in the back seat while they sat in the
front seat. The GPS was on display
on the car’s touch screen system,
and I remembered watching the
screen as we got closer to the pack.
I remembered glancing at the
coordinates once we arrived at the
pack and realized that’s why I’ve
seen them before. The coordinates
on the sticky note were the
coordinates of the pack. But why
would he have that written down?
Was he giving someone directions
to the pack?
I couldn’t think of a reason why he would have those coordinates written down,
and my mind was whirling with anxiety. My wolf was uneasy about the situation,
and I couldn’t blame her; it was strange. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped
a towel around myself.
I used the brush on the counter to brush out my hair and tie it into a messy bun on
top of my head. I then put my bra and panties back on, not bothering to put the
rest of my clothes on.