Submitting To My Mate's Father-in-law Novels & Stories

he said. I believe he must be joking because there was no way I was going to accept anyone as my mate if it was not autumn. “I am not accepting any mate from you; we already discussed it,“ I said. I was getting pissed. “I already told you, dad, that I was not going to accept anyone you bring to me as my mate,” I continued. “You know what, Kavan? The thing is that I don't care if you actually accept her or not. She is your mate whether you like it or not,“ he said.

I hope to greet you in person soon, Yours truly, Don Vittario Di Santoro - (hopefully) your father-in-law' I stared at the letter with slightly parted lips for just a few moments longer before my gaze darted to my mother's face. Since I was a child, my parents have spoken about the importance of the mate bond and how it was the best thing to ever happen to them. No wonder she was so guilt-ridden about presenting this letter to me. "Relax, mother", I said softly, sighing as I placed the letter down.

And sure enough, he was at my desk, flipping through reports like the overachieving bastard he was. I didn’t say anything at first. Just walked to the wine cabinet, pulled out a bottle of champagne, and poured myself a generous glass, then I took it to the couch and settled in. Gideon didn’t even look up. “Did you bring her?” I nodded, staring at the ceiling as I took another sip. He glanced up from the papers. “When are you going to tell her?” I didn’t answer right away. He tried again. “Theron… She's your mate. Are you planning on playing the long game?”

“Don’t think that your sister would do that, Mia. At the moment, she is not even at home. She went to stay at her fiancé’s for a week.” “Woah! Davina had found her mate? And she did not even need to travel abroad to do that?” I gasped. “You asking that would only imply that you have met your mate.” Mother said, turning the broth with a large, long spoon. “But no, Davina has not found her mate yet. And she is tired of waiting for our mother, Mawu, to reveal her true one to her. She decided to date one of our males, in the same manner a human would.” Mother gave a tiny shrug.

he ordered. I scoffed. " Why would I do that? You are aware that Mia is my mate, she is the only woman I would ever love." I retorted, refusing to give up on her. My father heaved a loud sigh, the look in his eyes turned cold and unfeeling.

My mate whose name i still don’t know. My mate who I’ve only seen one and now sent into heat. “What do you think you’re doing? Trying to sacrifice our mate for this?” I had cut off the mind block unconsciously. “I don’t care what it is you’re doing but it shouldn’t affect our mate. You might not be looking forward to having our mate in our lives but I have. I’ve looked forward till the day she joins us and becomes our mate. Now that we’ve finally found her you plan on making her a sacrificial lamb just for what?”

The press of his body was sickening. “If any bruises show, Dad’s going to be furious,” I spat out. I struggled, trying to ignore the hard evidence of his excitement pushing against my belly. “You really want to piss off the Beta right before the mate-match event?” The mention of my father and the gala made him hesitate. His fingers flexed but eased just a little. I dropped my gaze. I had learned a long time ago that submission was a tool. Whatever got me through the next five minutes. Whatever kept his hands from doing worse.

he grumbled. “Dad, what’s the deal? What is going on with you?” I asked as I took his hand in mine. “He is going to break your heart. You have two mates and he is never going to accept that,” he confessed his fear. How was I supposed to tell my father that he was my mate and he already told me what he thought about my two mate situation? He wanted me to be his, all his. Even if I wanted to I cannot tell him because some things are better left unsaid.

“Did you touch her? Is what she’s saying true? The Mate allegations? Zayn glanced at his father, then back at me. For a split second, I saw something in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even guilt—but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. He smirked, his expression turning cruel as he stared me down. “Of course not,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “She’s lying. Why would I touch someone like her? Look at her.” He waved a hand in my direction, as if I were nothing more than trash. “I would never be with someone so beneath me, Mate ? Father ! You know if she was my mate , I would have mentioned it “

Father added. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. I had made up my mind. This was not going to be an easy conversation, but I knew I had to do it. "Father," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. My father looked up and raised an eyebrow. "What is it, son?" I hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I will not get married to Cynthia . I have found my mate already." My father's expression changed from one of mild interest to shock. "Your mate?" he repeated, incredulously. "What are you talking about?"