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

"No, please. I beg you, release my dad. He has done nothing wrong." "I wish you knew the extent of his wrongdoings, princess," Matteo chuckled bitterly. His grip tightened around me, causing my bones to creak, on the verge of shattering. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the agony of watching my father hanging on the edge of death before my eyes.

Rosalie nodded, leaning forward to read the document. "A female wolf from a prominent warrior family brought a petition to the court," Killian began, watching her face closely. "She discovered that her fated mate, a high-ranking border guard, had been cheating on her with another female in a neighboring village. Heartbroken and deeply insulted, she came to the court demanding to officially reject her fated bond. However, the elders of the pack argued against her. They stated that a fated mate bond is sacred, given by the Moon Goddess, and cannot be broken over a 'temporary mistake.' They wanted her to forgive him for the sake of pack unity. How would you give her justice, Rosalie?"

Varrick folded his hands on the table. “Your father has allowed an unusual young woman to influence decisions that should be made according to the kingdom’s needs. He has diverted resources toward her protection, placed her under special training, and involved foreign royalty in matters that would ordinarily remain within this territory.” “She’s his mate,” I said before I could stop myself. The three men exchanged glances. Varrick’s mouth curved slightly. “Exactly.” I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means your father has a personal attachment that may be affecting his judgment.”

This sucks. Two nights ago, I was in the bed of her fiancé when I could've been with her. Another sigh leaves my lips. Reminiscing won't change a thing now, all I can do is aid from the sidelines. I'm really tempted to tell my parents about her situation. They're influential. I'm sure their support would aid but she strongly advised me against it. It's a private matter, the more people are involved, the worse the situation will get. I still don't understand how but I'd rather not be the reason for an extended fued.

“Mates aren’t meant to be apart like this, so her wolf is probably in agony, taking your mother with her. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn’t. Not while I’m in here at least. The most you can do right now is to be there for her and remind her that you love her.” I nodded as tears filled my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him that every time I tried to speak to my mother the only thing, she wanted to talk about was Ethan and how I was disrespectful towards him. I didn’t want to tell him that my fated mate is engaged to be married to another woman and in order for him to help our family, I need to be his mistress and drop out of school. My stomach twisted at the very thought. My

"I imagine he must be." Fabiola blushes, picking up the undertone of my mother's words. She must feel awkward to have her husband's well-paid job thrown in our faces, knowing how we've been struggling for years to keep the studio from shutting down. Of course, we never asked Fabiola for money. Mom was too proud, and I guess I was fine pretending things would work out somehow.

I'd read it so many times I knew where the coffee stain was. 'You're staring at it again,' Zevrik said. I'm thinking. 'You're staring.' I'm thinking about what to do with it. 'You're thinking about her.' I put the glass down. "It was a mistake," I said aloud. The room swallowed it. "It was always going to be a mistake. She's engaged to my son. She's twenty-two. I'm her future father-in-law. Every rule I've ever kept says to walk away."

Our daughter approached, whispering, “Mommy… Did Daddy go to that auntie again? Aren’t you his mate? Why does he sleep with another woman every night? Isn’t that lady his mom? How can they sleep together?” I crouched down and hugged her, forcing a smile. My lips parted, but I found myself incapable of explaining such a shameful mess. Instead, I diverted her attention and changed the subject, played games with her, distracted her until she fell asleep. Then I lay on the bed, my mind filled with restless thought as I tossed and turned. Years ago, I had given up my birth right as heir to the Blood Moon Pack in North America for the sake of Mason. My family had deemed him unworthy of me.

"There was a list of people who were going to help with getting the wedding ready. It was voluntary for everyone in the palace to participate. Didn't you put your name up for helping in the kitchen?" "I have no idea what you're talking about, mum", I mumbled, getting annoyed that this was the reason I was woken up after all the stress I went through last night. "So how did your name get up here?" Good question. I had no fucking idea. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Just go help them in the kitchen. Shantel's father is coming today and we need to get prepared for him."

"And then I told them what I had seen before anyone else saw it. Through a kitchen window, in a pack that was trying to make you invisible, a woman carrying a tray with her spine straight and her chin level and the most extraordinary scent I had encountered in four years of convincing myself I had stopped noticing such things." The sitting room was very quiet. "I told them," he said, "that I intended to claim you as my mate and that I was asking for their blessing not because the pack law required it, though it does, but because you deserved to be brought into this pack through every tradition it had available. Not just the parts that were convenient. All of them." I looked at him. At the fa