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

Is It just me or does my father look unhappy? Mating in wolf culture is a life-long bond. I've seen Mom and Dad's bond and it's a beautiful thing. My brother Stuart was arranged a mate last year, just after he turned twenty. They have a cub now. I wouldn’t mind having my own mate. It’s just that it seems too fast. “I don’t think I can do this,” I say. “Not right now anyway. I’m too young. There are things I want to do first.” “You can still do them,” My father responds, looking at his hands. “You’ll just have a mate to support you and love you along the way.”

love or relationships. So, I made my point clear as I replied to my father. "That's not finalized yet. I don't need to talk to her right now. And what if I find my mate?" Father's expression didn't change. "You can always reject your mate." He said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Once we get the mate certificate, we'll be legal mates, but the ceremony is all just for show. As for marking, that can happen anytime — it doesn't have to be during the ceremony." He was busy planning to hunt a fox pelt for my sister, Sophia Harrington, because she mentioned feeling cold when going out in winter. At this moment, he kept glancing at his phone, his expression showing signs of restlessness. My fingertips gently traced the smooth paper as I suppressed the bitterness in my heart. "If you have something to do, go ahead. I'll finish filling this out and submit it myself." He visibly relaxed and spoke to me with a rare tone of gentleness, "Don't worry. You'll be my legal mate from

The word echoed through the hall, bouncing off the stone walls, a harsh, violent demand. Rejection. The thought struck me like a physical blow, cold and brutal. To sever the mate bond was to tear apart your own soul, to inflict a wound that would never truly heal, to live a life half-empty, forever haunted by the ghost of what could have been. But the pack... they were right. Weren't they? This was wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong. Cassian was my stepfather, A father figure. The very idea of a bond, a mate bond, between us was... sickening. Forbidden.

I bowed my hands wrapped in front of me, the position , he found respectable, he would say. "My father, he comes here for a visit, doesn’t stay up for a few days like he was supposed to , then he comes up with this nonsense about finding his mate… his mate…" he spoke as a chill ran down my spine before letting out a cruel laugh at the end, his hand on his waist. "Can you imagine my father having a mate?" he growled as he slammed his hands on the table. As he growled even louder, I flinched at his fist impact on the table.

I bet he is that perfect blend, too, but the scent seems to be everywhere. ‘Mate!’ Windy says in my mind. He has barely spoken since my first shift. My father was already using me by then and it makes him whimper, but the thought of finally finding our mate, has him giddy. I keep my eyes down during dinner, eating only a few bites of each delectable dish, as my stomach knots itself. I know what my father wants of me once we reach our rooms and I know he will not appreciate me finding my mate, nor will he respect it. He will be mortified that I have a male mate, yet I am certain I do.

I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest like a young child who didn’t want to do something. “Well, I’m afraid you will have no other choice. He has requested an official meeting with you through your brother. You know the law. You have to give him a chance.” My mother huffed before storming out and I sighed deeply. I should have known that Max would do his research about that! That was if he didn’t already know the laws about mates.

My father would be the most noticeably awful at picking a man for me; he and I had exceptionally diverse points of view on a entire load of things. “I’m going to be choosing my mate myself, but I’ll let you meet him as before long as I’ve decided,” I told him. With my guardians, I either set boundaries or got trampled. “I really require to go conversation to one of the assholes...” I looked at the entryway. At the grizzly fair exterior, likely still observing me like a damn peddle. “But some time recently I do, have you ever listened of Genuine Mates?” “I haven’t,” father said. “Is one of the men claiming to be your Genuine Mate?”

Athen studied my face for a long moment like he was trying to read something I wasn't saying. "There's more to this isn't there?" he observed quietly. I didn't answer. I just sat there in the dimly lit bar listening to the music and the chatter of other patrons while my mate was being violated by my own father and I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. How can I tell my best friend now that my father's wife is my mate?

"I told you I have a mate, Mother. Why would you choose a date without telling me? I told you I would bring my mate" "That offer ended two days ago. I told you I do not give empty threats. I thought you knew me. If you do, you would have found your mate by now and brought her to me. But since you did not, please be my guest at my son's wedding" "Mom, I can't marry Kate" "Because she is not your mate?" I sighed. "Mom, my mate is..." I sighed. Isn't getting married to Kate better than accepting Xavia as my mate? I wondered.