Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 67

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Chapter 67: Chapter 67: The Easy One

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Elliot had no idea what Isabella was talking about, and frankly, he didn’t care. Right now, he only had eyes for one girl.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He had a direct view of Jasmine’s beautiful, curly hair. At first, it seemed like her date with Axel wasn’t going well. Elliot watched with poorly suppressed glee as Axel flirted with the busty redhead serving them right in front of Jasmine.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But Axel had somehow smoothed that over. Now, Jasmine seemed to be getting along with her date just fine. Better than fine, actually.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Elliot’s hands clenched into tight fists as he watched Jasmine throw her head back as she laughed at a joke Axel made. While Jasmine’s cleavage was on display, Axel took this opportunity to study her round breasts.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">And how could Jasmine not feel Elliot’s stare? How could she not care about his presence in the slightest?

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Isabella kept droning on about something to do with their upcoming wedding. But he couldn’t control how his every sense seemed to be honed into Jasmine. Elliot was overly aware of her flowery scent, her every giggle, of his mate’s near presence.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">His wolf was wreaking havoc in his mind, demanding that he go over there and claim her. His wolf was even more pissed that she was with another man than Elliot was. At one point, Elliot had to grip the edge of the table so he wouldn’t jump up and mark her as his.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He couldn’t help but look past Isabella for any glimpse of Jasmine he could get.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">How could she look so relaxed and carefree? If Jasmine were threatened by his ultimatum, would she be out on a date enjoying herself like she didn’t have a care in the world?

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">His heart began to race, and a small part of him began to worry that he might just lose his mate for good. Axel was a well-connected future Alpha. He could give her all she needed to survive Elliot’s schemes.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Why did Isabella’s pompous cousin have to come for a visit? Axel was ruining his meticulously crafted plans.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">And why wasn’t Jasmine chasing after him? They were mates! They were destined to be together. Why did she have to be so difficult? Didn’t she understand that Elliot would take care of her? Jasmine wouldn’t have to worry about a thing if she agreed to be his mistress.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As Elliot continued to sit there and silently dwell in his anger, his wolf became even angrier with each passing moment, furious that Elliot was choosing to go after power and an Alpha position by picking Isabella over Jasmine.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What do you think?” Isabella asked as she lifted a forkful of sea bass to her mouth.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Currently, Elliot was arguing with his wolf inside his head, telling his inner animal that he couldn’t mark Jasmine in front of this whole restaurant.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Hello? Are you even listening to me?” Isabella tried to get her fiancé’s attention again.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m asking you about our wedding,” Isabella snapped, growing increasingly frustrated. “I thought that our wedding was important to you, but you aren’t even listening to me.”

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Finally, Elliot pulled his gaze away from Jasmine and looked at his fiancée. “I’m listening, love,” he said, trying to get back on her good side.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Um...whether I wanted a band to play or a DJ?” Elliot guessed with a shrug.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">From Isabella’s angry expression, he knew he had guessed wrong. Her rage made his own anger spike. Isabella was supposed to be the easy one. Why was she being difficult like Jasmine now?

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Isabella threw her white-cloth napkin on the table and growled in frustration. “This date is over! You haven’t paid any attention to me all night. You’re ignoring me when I’m sitting right in front of you, trying to talk about our wedding, and that’s just plain rude!”

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Elliot’s heart raced, and he truly started to panic. He needed to fix things between them. Now. He reached for Isabella’s hand, but she pulled it away.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He threw a couple of bills down on the table, hoping that would cover the check, and stood to run after her.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Their fight attracted a lot of attention from other patrons in the restaurant. Elliot felt a familiar stare and turned to see Jasmine gaping at him with wide eyes.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">With one last cold look at her, he tried to convey the promise that he would see her again soon.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Then, he sprinted out of the restaurant to try and smooth things over with his future wife.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I hope everything is alright with those two,” Jasmine muttered as she watched Elliot run after a crying Isabella.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m sure it’s just your average lover’s quarrel,” Axel said, waving it off.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But as Jasmine took another sip of her wine, Axel noticed that a small smile was playing on the corners of his date’s lips. Was Jasmine happy that Isabella and Elliot’s date had ended badly?

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Throughout dinner, Axel had noticed Elliot gazing at Jasmine with longing in his eyes. Even though Jasmine had denied it yesterday, Axel was convinced that there was a history between those two. He was going to find out what happened between them for his sake and his cousins.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">While Jasmine was telling him a story about one of Michelle’s tutoring sessions where his younger cousin had accidentally ripped her shirt with a sword, Axel made sure that he seemed engaged.

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">‘Max, I need you to do an in-depth investigation on Isabella’s fiancé, Elliot,’ he said telepathically. ‘Focus on his background and his relationship with Jasmine Lowett.’

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">‘Sure thing, boss,’ Max replied inside his head. ‘I’ll get right on that.’

<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Axel smiled and sipped his wine as he listened to Jasmine’s amusing story. Soon, he would uncover what she was hiding.

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