Submitting To My Mate's Father-in-law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“It’s... tolerable. If you ignore the crappy classmates, the annoying stepdad and stepbrother, and the complete lack of trees around here to jog in.” He laughed. “This isn’t Pebble Creek, I get it. But your mom insisted you come. What could you do?” “Exactly. What could I do,” I muttered. He cleared his throat and gave me a side-eye. “Also... you still haven’t told me. Who’s the lucky guy? You just got here—couldn’t have met that many people.” I fell silent. I really didn’t want to tell anyone that my stepbrother was my mate. Just like he saw me as a disgrace... my feelings were mutual.

Miller, sitting beside his wife, nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with paternal pride. Susan paused for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Well, Mom and Dad, after breaking up with Mateo, I did try dating other guys. But none of them could compare to Mateo. He set the bar so high in terms of compatibility and connection," she confessed, her voice tinged with longing and vulnerability.

my father snapped, his face drained of color and my blood ran cold. “Why?”he demanded, his firsts curling into balls and I straightened. “Because he is my mate “I answered lowering my head. “ Mate ?” How can you be mated to someone like him “ my father spat his eyes darkening. The words hit me like a physical blow. “ Father, he is my mate and I want no one but him, “ I declared. His eyes widened in disbelief as he swallowed hard,my words tasting like metal on his tongue.

"Is there going to be trouble in the future? Matteo, I would like to know before I get blindsided." Faced with Amelia’s determined expression, Matteo could only sigh and reluctantly tell her. "My father just came to inform me about a family dinner happening two weeks from now. The both of us need to be in attendance, while my―" Here, Matteo’s lips pinched as though he had just sucked on a lemon, "―stepmother judges your worth as my wife. I have tried to refuse, but he is adamant that we have to show up."

’ Nadzieja asked hopefully. ‘Of course not! He is my second cousin. I don’t care if relations between second cousins and distant relatives are legal. It’s just gross. Unless Jonny Weaver is my mate, there is no chance I’m mating with him.’ I confirmed, wrinkling my nose at mating with a relative. “Tomila, it is time to go.” My father’s gruff agitated voice interrupted my internal conversation. I sighed, shoulders sinking as I looked away from my frail mother to my father.

Chapter Thirty-One Mateo's POV This has got to be one of the most awkward lunches I have ever had in my life. I don't know what Father was thinking inviting Mia over. I couldn't possibly tell her to leave— that would be rude and stupid. She was going to be my wife; and father already had the perfect mental picture that our engagement was going smoothly.

******************** It's finally the day of the mate ceremony, I've gone back and forth about attending but both my father and Alpha Kelly insisted that I attend and I can't say no to them, but I'm not sure I can watch Heather as she mates with Jeho. As I put on my ceremonial wear, I think back on the call I had with my father last night, he didn't sound too good, but he played it off as stress and for the first time he insisted I attend a mate ceremony, saying who knows my mate might be there, that it's high time I had a woman in my life. Since I've known my father that was the first time he's ever mentioned me settling down and it just increased my suspicions that something was wrong.

Father says. My teeth clench as I face him. He can see I’m not happy, and I intend to make that clear. “At the risk of embarrassing you, Father, I’ve already spoken to you about this.” My gaze shifts to Fera. “No offence, but I already have a mate and I refuse to take a second.” “What?” Fera whispers. “Raphael!” Father jumps to his feet. I lean back with a smirk, relaxing in the chair, and mutter, “My mate doesn’t know it yet, though.”

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?"