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

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.

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!!”

My feet stayed planted on the ground as I looked at him. "Oh my God, he knew," I panicked, but just then he glared at me. "What.…?" he snapped at me. "Mate... the Alpha King found his mate?" I asked, which was either foolish or bold of me to speak out loud. "Can you imagine!!!! My father just announced a mate ball tonight; he has found his mate, and I have been instructed to bring you along-side with me to the mate ball. The audacity of this, the absurdity!!" he roared, and my eyes watered.

“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.

"Why did Matteo bring that up then? My dad also said some things." He placed his hand on the desk, seemingly into the conversation now. "Maybe they want to prevent someone from doing something stupid." He looked me dead in the eye before bursting out laughing. He was enjoying my misery "What if they know all about it, me rejecting Laurel?" He shook his head. "I don't think so. They would have called you out on it. The alpha isn't known for his patience." He shrugged. "If you want to go ahead with this, I think you should push forward with your plans for a new mate."

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.

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