Novel & Cerita Submitting To My Mate's Father-in-law

“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 “

Pushing further would create a diplomatic problem my father was already warning me about daily. So I stopped pushing in that direction and started thinking about a different angle. One that did not require her cooperation. My father was behind his desk when I came in. He looked up from whatever he was reading and said, "You have that look." "I have a plan," I said. "Sit down," he said. I sat and said, "I need to make the mating ceremony official and announce it publicly." He looked at me for a long moment. "You want to announce a mating ceremony with a woman who is currently living outside your territory under another family's protection?"

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.”

Oliver looked at his phone, -On it boss, should be completed in an hour- Oliver texted back, -Also type up a contract for Victoria Halls to be my submissive- few seconds, a thumbs up. “Once we’re done at the club, he’ll have your credentials. We can go back to my apartment and get everything settled. You can change your mind at any point.” “Thanks,” mumbled Raven. “Will they believe you?” “What do you mean?” “Everything I’m learning about you, will they really believe you want to be part of their club?” Raven turned back to look at him. “They always mentioned I would one day follow in my father’s footsteps, if anything, these men love being right,” Oliver shook his head disgusted.

“We need to go see someone today. My future mother-in-law.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me. “Future mother-in-law? Wow, you’re moving fast, Romeo.” “I don’t see the point in wasting time. We need to tell her that we are soulmates and will be together and give her perfect grandbabies.” “Can you be any cheesier?” I said with a mock groan, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Peter pulled me closer until my head rested against his chest. It was just us, wrapped in a bubble of warmth.

she muttered mostly to herself, tugging her hair like she was going crazy. I bit back a laughter at her dramatic reaction. “And….” I drawled out. "And?" she pressed. "My mate," I added. My mother's face contorted in confusion. "Mate?" she repeated. I nodded. "It means we're meant to be together," I explained. "Bound by something deeper than love," I added. My mother's gaze dropped, her mind reeling. "This is too much," she whispered. I squeezed her hand. "I know," I said.

My brother had a tendency to latch on and not let go when he should let things lie. "I'm not," Neal said. "I want to visit as a friend. As I said, I heard about the wedding. I'm not sure if I'd be invited, but I wanted to wish her well," he added. This didn't abolish my skepticism by any means, and rather, caused me to grumble a bit.

"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.