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

“Dinner. Please don’t say no, because if you do, your mother is going to murder you.” “And don’t forget to bring your lovely mate. It was requested by her,” he continued. His mother was really annoying sometimes. He wanted to be alone with his mate, but his mother was clingy with her. “Alright, Dad. Tell Mom not to be possessive over my mate. She already has you.” His father chuckled at what his son said. I see my wife adores my son’s mate. Well, I can’t blame her. Our son’s mate is beautiful and kind, he thought.

I greeted him. “Afternoon Sapphire, sit.” my father said to me and I sat down. “I called you here to let you know that you will be introduced to your mate tomorrow.” he said to me while writing a letter. “My mate? Tomorrow? Why such a short notice?” I asked with my eyes wide. “Because you refused to let go of your measly lover who has no social status or noble name. I refuse to let you taint my image.” he said to me with a very stern voice but a voice inside of me refused and i didnt realize when i fired words back at him.

I said to my father as I walked into his office and sat down on the couch. “Yes, do you have time for a chat?” He asked while putting his paperwork down on his desk. “Yeah, sure dad. What's up?” I slumped back into the couch and he instantly began talking, “Okay, so you have your ceremony in less than three weeks, right? It would look better in front of the pack if you were there with your mate.” I didn't know what he was getting at exactly, so I just replied, “Freya will be there, don't worry dad.”

My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9. I, on the other hand, was her opposite. Her hair was smooth blonde and I was gifted with Raven Black hair, However, our height was equal. “Let me answer that.” My mate interrupted and stepped forward, folding the sleeves of his bathrobe, showing off his muscled forearms, and making me wonder what he would tell my mother. That I tried to kill him or that we fucked and both. “So, this, your daughter, whom you never told me about, barged into this chamber, let alone she had put a silver dagger on my throat and was about to kill me but then…”My

Quickly I showered and prepared myself and as I was adding the finishing touches to my makeup, the doorbell rung out and I heard my mother running through the foyer. I slowly made my way down the stairs to see my mother and Jason Smith making out, kissing themselves. I cleared my throat and tucked my hands behind my back, disrupting their moment. Jason smiled and looked me over, lingering on my chest area for a second too long, and reached out a hand. “You must be Nicole. Your mother has told me so much about you. I actually have sons years older than you. Maybe the three of you could become friends, during dinner”, He rambled on and on and all I really wanted to do was to jab my thumbs into

,he looked happy with himself till I stepped forward. "My mate is no longer a virgin, and you won't have her. Now run along home..boy. "I watched anger fill his face. Good, I'm pissing him off. "Where are her parents? They owe me fifty thousand, "he sighed. This fuck thinks my mate is worth only fifty grand.

My hands tightened in my lap until my nails dug painfully into my palms. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Father,” I said, trying hard to keep my voice from breaking, and trying to remain respectful. “You’ve made sure of that for years. Every single guy who ever showed any interest in me, you either condemned them publicly, had them investigated, or quietly chased them away. How am I supposed to find someone suitable and actually get married in just one month?” He waved a dismissive hand, as if my concerns were trivial and childish. “That’s not your problem to solve. I’ve already thought of everything.”

My mate. Summoning the last reserves of my energy, I ran but I was no match for him. He tackled me roughly from behind. My breath whooshed out of my lungs as I fell to the ground. He pinned me to the ground with one hand. The other hand was at my throat, choking. "You thought you could get away, huh?" he growled. I struggled beneath him but he held on, not even seeming to exert himself. "I am your mate. You must submit to me," he ordered.

“I can’t make Blake love me. He rejected me, and I can’t change that.” “You’re damn right about that!” my father strokes his grey beard, grumbling to himself. “The only way to fix this humiliating situation is to make the paparazzi focus on something else. This won’t go away by itself, I hope you know that, Violet. This is why I’ve come up with the perfect solution: I want you to visit the mating bureau and ask them to find you a suitable man to claim as your mate. If you find someone new, this shit storm will be forgotten, and the paparazzi will instead focus on the new man in your life. It’s a perfect idea.”