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

I put on my fake smile about to head to them when I heard my name. "Elara." it was Victor, my name rolling off his tongue like it was made for him. I debated on whether to run off or stay. He was my future father in law so it wasn't exactly weird if people saw us interacting in public but I was also scared people would see right through us and somehow know we had been intimate. I turned to him filled with hesitation likely had a lot to do with my deluded fantasies regarding me. I really needed to get over this fixation with him and move on. I couldn’t spend her whole life wanting my father in law.

I explained to her. My Mom seemed determined. “Then send him a rejection letter.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Mom, come on. Who’s ever heard of sending a rejection letter to break the mate bond? That’s not how it works.” She laughed too, covering her face. “Well, how do I know? I just want to see you happy, baby girl.” I reached over and squeezed her hand. “I know, Mom. And I love you for it. But right now, I just… I need to figure things out. I can’t give up on Theo yet.”

My mother gives me a slight smile and places a hand on my father’s shoulder “Son, this is the way things are,” she whispered. “There has to be another way,” I screamed. “I can’t mate with someone I don’t know or love,” I say. My father walks up to me with his hands balled into fist, enraged “You think this is about you,” He booms. “This is about your people; our people.” He clenches and unclench his fist. “How is me mating with a stranger going to affect my people not yours, mine!” I demanded.

“Alright.” I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “I really am sorry.” “Does your father know why you were late?” “No, sir.” “Care to tell me?” “My mate. I had to make sure she got to school.” Surprise crossed his face. “You found your mate?” I gulped. “Well, not officially, but I’m going to mark her as my mate.” He tilted his head as he studied my face. “Hmmm. Get to second period.” I hesitated. “Please, don’t tell my father. He told me not to tell anyone who she was.”

Unfortunately, my father notices. “Aren’t you excited about finding your mate, Brandon?” father asks, concern on his face. “Of course,” I say, busying myself with my food. “I just don’t want to bring my mate into this mess on the first day that we are together. That would kinda suck for them, you know?” My father hums his assent, but doesn’t look convinced. The former leadership, mates included, agree to meet after the meal and the rest of breakfast is uneventful.

Luckily, the other alphas nod and in unison say, “I agree.” I rejoice is my only victory for today. The low growl rolling out of my father says he isn’t happy, but I have a feeling everyone will thank me for this later. Even though there is no chance for me to ever find my mate, I can’t live with myself if I know I’ve blocked my friends from finding and claiming their mates. Reluctantly, my father adds the clause to the multiple identical contracts and grunts, “Is there anything else we need to add?”

I’d planned to finalize a submission for one of my mom’s company projects today, I had a new idea and thought it'd look good. I’d finished it the night before. I’d even emailed it to the external partners. Everything was done and dusted. Meaning today? Clear schedule. Painfully clear. I leaned back into my chair, folding my arms across my chest. “Well, guess I’m going to meet the father-in-law today,” I muttered with a small eye roll. The phrase felt ridiculous on my tongue. Father-in-law. As if this entire arrangement wasn’t already surreal enough. I rubbed my forehead, letting the thought bounce around for a minute.

My father said just as Johnathan walked out of the room. My father knows I have a mate and now he his giving out my hand without permission for married to an old man. I interrupted my father. "I have a mate father?" "it doesn't matter,I can't see any mark on your neck" he retorted. "I have a mate and that's all that matters" At this point I was really shocked because of these freaks,yes my father was a freak. I had so many questions but all I wanted was to keep as much distance between them and me.

Gosh, I was pathetic, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't ignore him. My eyes lingered on his, and seconds bled into what felt like an eternity as I looked at his face, in thought. His cladded chest heaved up and down as though the air from the hall was thin. His pleading eyes teared up as he tried to reach me through the mindlink without any luck, and the hurt in his eyes made me second-guess myself for a moment, but I reminded myself that I'd sworn his father as my mate. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to meet his eyes. “It's too late, Rhett. You had your choice, but you blew it, and now I belong to your father.”

I don’t want to see anyone else right now, especially some random woman my father picked for me. “Hello?” “I’m coming over.” “What?” She questions, a slight squeak in her voice. “You shouldn’t come. Aren’t you on your date?” “Just left. She was awful and I felt like I was losing braincells listening to her story about calling the cops on someone who spilled something on her dress,” I tell her, taking the exit. Silence stretches so long that I look down to see if the call got disconnected. “Fiona?” “I think we should end this, Nolan. Your father… we should end things while we’re still civil.”