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

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

After what I saw her do to me in the club, I now had a feeling that the mother and her little whore are after my father’s money. “Shit”, I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed in frustration. This had to end. There was only one place this was going to go unless I stopped it. I couldn’t let this go any further. If I already know what she does , what the hell will happen to us In a month. “Her and her mother will......” , I found myself standing quickly just at the thought of it. I had to tell my father quickly. What I saw made my eyes to bulge.

,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 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 force my hands out of his grip, "Let's get the hell out of here. I don't want to look at you anymore." "Perfect for me," he says and we get out of there as fast as possible, but we haven't taken more than ten steps when my mother-in-law intercepts us, "What now?" "I told your father about your relationship. You did a good job of hiding it because he was very, very surprised, but he was also happy. We want to invite you for dinner tomorrow, after you finish your activities of course," she says talking super fast. "I love the idea," I mutter, unable to get excited about it because right now I hate my fake fated mate. My mother-in-law seems to be intuitive because she squints her eyes at me a

I also plan to surprise Irene by inviting her parents and her older brother, Alejandro. I get dressed in a dark Armani suit, and style my hair nicely. I then send a photo of myself to my mother- because she has been pestering me for the past few days. She replies immediately with a ‘That’s my son, now go find your mate and make sure it’s your wife, I can’t wait to see her again when your father and I fly in!’ I am getting a bit nervous about finding my mate. I don’t know how many prayers I have given to the moon goddess to grant my mate as Irene.

And I sure don’t want to be in the bed of someone who has the qualities of being a monster. Hell, I don’t wish to get involved with him at all. Not only was he older than me. He was also my mate’s father. It was better to nip it in the bud while I still could. “I can’t come. My father would need me at home. To help clean the house after the party is over.” I lied. Hoping he would buy it. He gritted his teeth. His eyes squared in anger. Meaning he wasn’t buying the lies. “Alright. Have it your way. But know that you would never get the answers you seek.”

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.”

“But I want to talk about it. It’s time to give your mate a chance. It’s your mate time, enough of your single life and focus on your mate. What’s so scary about it? Are you scared your father might not like her because if you’re scared about me, “I don’t care what you think.” He cut me off. I nodded gently, “good. I was about to say I don’t give a fuck who your mate is.” He eyed me before pushing the chair backwards, standing up from it, “then have… “But tell me Callum, who is your mate? Who is she? Just let me know.” I begged, batting my lashes playfully at him.

His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger. “Over my dead body!” My stepdad said, his voice firm, snapping Peter's excitement away from him. Peter's face turned from excitement to confusion. “You are not going to mate with this girl beneath you.” His father ordered him. “Why not?” Peter said, his voice lurking with confusion. “Because your father said so!!” His mother snapped at him, “How dare you accept this worthless thing as your mate! You are going to reject her and your engagement with Charlotte will hold!!”