All Chapters of My Mate's Father Wants Me : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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81|We'll see

VINCENo. I shut my eyes, and my damn ears. I didn't need her apologies. It'd only make me forgive her faster than I intended to. It'd make a fool of my anger.“I'm sorry, Vince…” She was trying to touch me again. I pushed back quickly. “Don't do that. Don't fucking apologize. I don't have the heart to forgive you. And don't try touching me if you don't want me pinning you on my bed and having my way with you. Do you understand?”Again, she was appalled. Her blared eyes; arched brows. She couldn't believe her ears. "You're not gonna forgive me...?""No."“Then what are you gonna do to me?” She asked weakly. The fact that I was already surrendering to me without a fight killed my resolve. I'd rather she blasts me. She fights me. That way, I'd be enraged and hurt her back. But she's all soft and vulnerable…my heart wouldn't let me do half the shit I wanna do. Damn you, Elena. “Are you gonna send me back to the rogues?”“I'll make you choose me, Elena. But not because I'm still head

82|Father?

TRENT The restaurant was mildly filled with low chattering. I barely walked in when a waiter approached me. “Welcome, Alpha Trent. Right this way, please.” He said with a bow. I shot him a half-assed smile and followed him briskly. A few heads turned and stared at me. I lowered my face, hating the damn attention. We arrived at the table and there she was, sitting so calmly with that mischievous, bitchy smile. “Thank you,” I waved off the waiter and he left. I slid into my seat, fuming. “You’re pushing it, you know that?”She grinned. “Good to see you too.”I snapped in a hushed voice. “What the hell, Tracy? Are we meeting in a restaurant now? In broad daylight? In front of a handful of people capable of spreading shitty rumors about us? Where's your head at?”She pouted, glancing around with a fake innocence. “I don't see the problem with having lunch with you in a restaurant like every normal person.”“Really?” I scoffed. She smiled, patting my hand softly. “I think you're ju

83|Heartless bastard

VINCE I'd bet Trent would have his jaw lying bare on the floor when he sees me. I knew that for a fact. But I didn't know he'd ooze so much guilt and fear instantly.Seeing the terror in his eyes was satisfying as well as heart-wrenching. Knowing he was already pleading guilty without being prosecuted…the worst part was that there were no regrets in those eyes. Just plain fear that his plans of getting rid of me just blew up in his face. “Fa…ther?” His voice shook. Then his eyes widened further when Leo walked in, standing beside me. “Vi…Vince?” It was Vanessa. Unlike Trent, she looked more shocked than guilty. Frozen, literally.I flashed her a dim smile and gestured at the men. “Have a seat. All of you.”They all sat down and I took brisk steps to my seat. Except Trent was in the way. He was still in a daze. “Son,” I hummed, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered. Even my touch unnerved him now. “You don't have the right to be in that seat.” He blinked rapidly, sucking in

84|No longer my son

VINCE Seeing him groaning in pain did a little to ease my rage. I was already possessed with every bit of anger, jealousy, and bitterness I've felt since I realized he was the damned bastard who sold me off.The primal urge to kill him echoed through my nerves. A lethal craving to snap his neck and throw him down the window. To spit on his cracked bones. He's my son. But God, I wanna kill him!“Vince!!” Vanessa yelled from outside the door. “Leave my son alone. Stop beating him up!”I was way too enraged to give a flying fuck about her pleading. Balling my fist again, I waited for him to stand up like a damn predator eager to devour its little prey. He stood, dangling in pain. Putting his hand up, trying to stop me from coming for him. “Fa…ther…”The words barely came out when I landed another punch to his face. Blood flew out of his mouth, staining the wall and floor. “That's for trying to usurp my company!” I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, and slammed his back on the tab

85|What do you think you're doing?

ELENA Father's hands were warmer today than they were yesterday, and that made me a little less sad. Hopefully, he'll wake up soon. Even the doctor said that it wasn't certain when he'd wake up. It's so hard watching him unconscious and mute. So hard staring at him for hours and not hearing his voice, or seeing him smile at me. My heart's so heavy, and there are a lot of things I want to say to him. I want to cry on him so badly and hear him reassure me that everything will be alright. I really hope he wakes up soon. I'm trying so hard not to break but I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I glanced at Mother and Tracy. They were both sitting on the only couch in the room, quiet and almost nonexistent. It's so hard being this way with them — distant. I miss those times when we could all be free and be each other's support. Right now, there is an undeniable tension between us. It's not spoken yet, but I can already feel a growing animosity, and it makes me so nervous. At t

86|Choose me

VINCE She'd always said she didn't wanna hurt Vanessa. She didn't wanna hurt her family; her loved ones. She practically asked me to stay the fuck away from her because she was trying to preserve her good relationships with the people she cared the most about. And I just ruined that. I just plunged her into the shit she was most scared of. In order to have her, I had to put her in that difficult spot. That was the plan, right? I shouldn't feel any fucking guilt. I shouldn't feel any strand of empathy. But looking at her right now, I can't help the sting in my heart. Can't help cursing myself out. For putting her in such a mess with no heads-up. So fucking sorry, Elena. “Vince?” Cheryl and Lucy voiced out simultaneously staring at me like I was a literal ghost. Leo didn't tell Cheryl about my return, so that explains her shocked expression. But I couldn't even pay them any attention. I was way too engrossed, watching Elena sobbing. It was painful to watch. And it infuriated me s

87|Why?

ELENA Opening my eyes to Vince, being so damn close to me sent my heart racing instantly. His lips were almost touching mine, his hand cupped my face, and his eyes held a softness that I hadn't seen in a long time. The last time he looked so vulnerable was when he was pleading that I shouldn't get rid of our child. It's been so long…“Sorry.” He blurted out, jerking off the bed and gritting his teeth. My face was flushed from the proximity. I needed a minute to calm the heat. “Where…where am I?” The question was already out before I could stop myself. It was a stupid question. Because I knew exactly where I was. “Take a wild fuckin’ guess.” He grated out. His broad back was all I could see. He still wasn't looking at me. “Why did you bring me here instead of taking me home?” He didn't answer that. Seconds of intense silence made me almost melt. But then he finally turned around and I was shocked to see that his eyes weren't so soft anymore. They were back to being rigid. Cold. I

88|Hate to see her cry

VINCE She was struggling to breathe. Struggling with what I just told her. And she wasn't even blinking. Seconds had already clicked by, and she was still…frozen. Standing a few inches away from the couch she was sitting on, I watched her closely. Trying to see if she was indeed breathing and if she'd blink any time soon. She didn't. Unable to wait anymore, I snapped my fingers in her face. “Breathe, Elena. Jesus.”“Huh?” She looked at me like a lost soul. A sad, broken, lost soul. Then my words sank and she finally sucked in a breath, shakily. Her eyes twitched tearfully. “I'm sure you're kidding, Vince. You didn't mean that. You said it to hurt me. Because you're mad at me.”I watched her dishearteningly. For the first time ever, I wish I were wrong. I wish this were just a petty stunt. I wish I said what I said because I just wanted to hurt her, not because it was true. She didn't seem to be taking the information well. I'd take back my words if I could. I'd keep Tracy and Tre

89|It's over

ELENA The cab dropped me off in front of the main gate and I walked inside. My tears had subsided, birthing a dangerous rage in my nerves instead. I've never felt this way before. I should control it, but nope, instead, I'm heading inside to confront Trent with it. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, but I'm not about to have doubts. Or chicken out. I've been fooled for too long. Not anymore.The guards at the front porch bowed as I took the steps. I pushed the door open and went inside. The living room was empty. I headed for our bedroom, unsure if I would find him there. Maybe he's not home altogether. Maybe he's out with Tracy. Maybe he's doing another shitty thing he's gonna lie about. Or maybe…I pushed the door open and halted. There he was, sitting on our bed, looking in the mirror while checking his bashed-up face. Vince really did a work of art on his face and I can't help the thrill seeing him this way was giving me. He looked up and saw me. His face knotted as he

90|Where is she?

TRENT Mother ran down the stairs, crouching in front of Elena's pale and motionless body. She looked at me with frightened, panicked eyes. “What have you done, son?” I was still standing in a spot, trying to get my mind together. Trying to understand what the hell I'd just done. And then realization hit me as hard as a cyclone. Elena…my Elena. How could I have been so damn out of my mind?“Elena!” I yelled, running down the stairs and joining my mother who was crouched next to her. First, I checked for a pulse. And relief washed through me seeing that she was breathing.“What are we gonna do?” Mother was growing hysterical. “Let's take her to the Pack's hospital.”“No!” I stopped her before she could even settle into that suggestion. “If we take her there, tongues are gonna wag. And that slimy Dr. Drake is gonna tell Father.”“Right.” She nodded. “Still, we can't leave her like this…” I thought for seconds, trying to come up with a better solution. “This is what we're gonna do.

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