All Chapters of My Mate's Father Wants Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21|Rescuing her

VINCE The rousing cheers accompanied Vanessa and me down the podium. She was glowing and kissed my cheek before going her way to meet her friends. Being alone for the first time since this party, my gaze searched for my little spitfire. She'd gotten up and bumped right into a waitress.Not too far from her was the eager press who seemed itchy to question her. Like they should. Like I wanted them to. It was the real highlight of the night. The only reason I threw this fucking party. She'd been so painfully audacious when she lashed out at me that day. I wanna see pull up that same energy with the press. I wanna see how that goes. “Father,” Trent smiled as I got closer to him. “That was a nice speech…”I wanna prove to her again that Trent just isn't the guy she should be with. He's my son, but an ass. She's selling herself short and being fucking delusional thinking he's gonna change. Thinking he's worth her staying loyal to.“Thank you, son.” I patted his shoulder and snagged up

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22|Sick

ELENA Vince sounded too huskily aroused. It ignited a firm throbbing in the middle of my inner thighs. I've never been easily horny and needy for anyone. But just a glance at him, just inhaling his scent….I get so damn wanton and that's not right. And then it gets worse when he's this close. When he talks to me like I've got some kinda hold on him. When he sounds needy like this. It makes my stupid heart bang harder and gets crazy ideas into my head. And I hate it. I hate it. I hate him. I hate everything he's doing. And I'm not stupid enough not to realize that whatever happened back there was a little bit his doing. “You called the press here. Why?”He froze for seconds and then let go of my wrists and backed off a bit. Hands stuffed inside his pockets, he was staring hard at me. “How did it feel being verbally insulted? How did it feel being stabbed with words?”What?“It feels horrible, right? You couldn't even defend yourself. You looked fucking pathetic and helpless. Now y

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23|Who's the father?

ELENA “Luna Elena,” Dr. Drake beamed as I walked into his office. He was a man in his late thirties. Handsome, lean. Always with a friendly smile that depicts more of his personality than just for professional reasons. “Doctor.” He stood and we had a handshake. “I'm sorry, I'm late. Traffic was horrible and…”“No need for the apologies, Ma'am. It was my pleasure waiting for you.” He dismissed politely, gesturing for me to have a seat. I did, tugging lightly at my fur coat. He reached for the drawer, took out an envelope, and looked inside again. Like double-checking. I was sure it was my test result. I've been here days earlier and underwent a series of tests to confirm what was wrong with me. Dr. Drake grinned widely as he handed the envelope over. That part was a consolation that there was nothing wrong with me. Nothing fatal. “Here you go, Ma'am. Congratulations.” My hand quivered a bit as I took it. Congratulations? What was he congratulating me for?Slowly, I opened the en

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24|Why so defensive?

VINCE “Elena, for the last damn time, who the hell is the father of that creep you're carrying?!” Trent bellowed, pushing down the vase next to him. It crashed on the floor and Elena gasped at the mess. My eyes popped, scrutinizing Elena from where I stood, making sure none of the pieces of that broken vase touched her. Trent would have a taste of my wrath if it did. Good thing she looked okay. Very terrified but okay. It was an intense situation. Trent had already let his anger eat him up. Just like me, he had anger issues. I was just better at controlling mine than he was. Give him a few more minutes and he'd really hurt her. The beastly rage in his eyes was enough proof. It'd be better if I stop this before it escalates. I'll never forgive him if he lays a hand on her. “I…I…” Elena stuttered miserably. “Fucking speak!” Trent snapped, raising his hand to do exactly what I'd predicted. Quick as a thunderbolt, I stepped in front of him, catching that hand and giving him a firm

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25|Is the child mine?

VINCE I turned off the ignition but didn't immediately alight from the car. Elena didn't say a word all through the ride and right now, she was still just as pale. And still silently sobbing. I was itching to dry those tears but I didn't wanna upset her any bit. So I kept my hands to myself. Finally, I alighted the car, went around, and opened the door to the passenger's seat. She didn't budge. I grabbed her hand, slowly pulling her out of the car. She came out and I slammed the door shut. Still holding her hands, I took a step. But she tugged at her hand, not wanting to come with me. “Hey, it's okay. We're just gonna talk. I promise.” I sounded like a lovesick teenager. But I couldn't help it. She was hurt. Emotionally broken. And fucking pregnant. This was the most vulnerable moment of her life. The least I could do was be soft with her. I tried taking another step and she tugged her hand again, refusing to come with me. “Elena, please.” I sighed in exasperation. “You can't

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26|I'll never forgive you

VINCE “Elena,” I crouched in front of her, with my hands pinned on the bed, at her sides. “I understand that you're angry and shattered about this. You certainly weren't expecting that what we had was gonna result in this. I wasn't expecting it either…”Goddess, but why were my lips quivering so much? Why were my nerves clenched in anxiety? Maybe it was the aftermath of her cold threat. Saying she was gonna get rid of my child. It got me very shaken up. “I understand, baby. I do. I know you need more time to wrap your head around it and I'm willing to give you all the time in the world. But please don't say something as horrible as that again.”“Horrible? What's more horrible than being impregnated by the father of my mate, who's also my father's best friend?” She scoffed amid tears. Her gaze was still stoic and icy. It was terrifying. Being the warm and good girl Elena all her life, I haven't really gotten the chance to see this side of her. It was new and I wasn't sure how to han

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27|Please don't hate me

ELENA The repulsing stench of booze hit my nostrils as I walked into the house. It was dark, with just a little gleam from the moonlight illuminating the hallway and a bit of the living room.From where I stood, I could see Trent sprawled on the couch with empty bottles littered on the table. His eyes were heavy, drowsy, and squinted. His cold, inebriated gaze sent shudders down my spine. But I clouded it with an expressionless stare, before looking away and heading to my bedroom. I took off my coat and was kicking off my shoes when he barged into the room.“Now start talking,” He slurred. His rage, mixed with booze, made him every inch a fuming beast. A terrifying presence. But I was so dangerously calm that I wondered exactly what had come over me. Something about all the thinking I did on my way back here had me this calm. Audaciously calm. “Don't yell at me,” I kicked off the shoes and plumped on the bed, letting the pins out of my hair. “What?” His eyes scorched. “That's al

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28|A small party

ELENA Father's house was just a step away and we were both staring at the structure. Trent and I. While I was way too nervous to go in there, Trent seemed to be trying to keep his anger in check. He didn't wanna do this. It was all my idea. Calling Father up and demanding we all had dinner together in his house because I had something exciting to announce was all my idea. Trent didn't lift a finger. Till the end, he was against my plan. The only reason he was here with me today was because I'd threatened him. So yeah, it was safe to say we were both feeling shitty right now. “Never thought I'd ever loathe the idea of going into your father's house this much. Just staring at that building is creating a nauseous effect in my stomach.”My gaze was pinned on my bag while I tried hard not to cry. But my heart was wriggling in guilt.“I'm sorry…” It was all I could say. Apologizing was certainly all I could do. Turning back now isn't possible. Not when everyone is already waiting for

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29|Please don't say anything

ELENA “I'll go grab a snack from the table, Father,” I said in a rush, hurrying to the long table covered with delicacies. Putting a healthy distance from Vince's cold stare. My steps were hurried and unsteady; I was also tripping because it felt like he was looking at me, and it got my insides twitchy and tense. I grabbed a pie and stuffed it into my mouth, still not looking in his direction, for fear of our eyes locking. It seemed Father was already with him because their low baritones reverberated in the room. Good. Maybe a light discussion with Father would water down that anger in his eyes. Eating when I'm nervous is a habit I'm trying to get rid of, but it's just so hard. Because here I am again, doing the same thing, stuffing my face with more pies. Like it would make me feel any bit of relaxed. “I hope you choke,” Tracy appeared in front of me, with her sneer covering her smokey made-up face. Seeing her made me wanna choke for real. I hate standing close to her. The pro

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30|Quit hurting me

ELENA I chewed on my cookies nervously while still staring at them. Father, Uncle Leonardo, and Vince. For a man who looked beastly rigid a few minutes ago, he seemed to have calmed down a lot and could even chuckle in between their boyish conversation. I was jittery from his near attempts to confront me in front of everyone a while back. Thank goddess he took pity on me, let go of my hands, and walked away without ruining it all with the words he was gonna spill. It's really crazy how I tend to water down his rage so effortlessly. I really must be in his head, huh?“Congratulations, sister.” A glass of tequila was stretched to my face. I looked up, and it was Tracy; she was holding her own glass. Like she wanted us to make a toast or something. I gripped my glass of juice tighter, ignoring her. She dropped the tequila glass on the table and exhaled. “If it turns out to be a girl, are you gonna name her after me? Like we always fantasized about when we were kids.” Those words ca

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