Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law-Chapter 67: The Easy One

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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;">During her date, she hadn’t turned around to look at him. Not even once. </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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 she wasn’t having any of that. Isabella glared at Elliot. </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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 so sorry, love,” he murmured, trying his best to sound sincere. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. My head is just somewhere else when I should be focusing on you. Please, forgive my rudeness.” </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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;">“It’s not just tonight that you’ve been acting weird. Ever since our engagement party, you’ve been taking a lot of random calls, missing dates, and ignoring me. You always buy me flowers and apologize, but I’m sick of forgiving you.” </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><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;">“So, Jasmine is the one you’ve been gazing at all night,” Isabella noted coldly when she turned back to face Elliot. “You’ve been staring at her a lot. I’ve tried to look past it and make excuses for you, but I’m done.” Isabella leaned forward, and her stare was piercing Elliot like a knife. “Did something happen between you two? Are you having second thoughts about our wedding?” </span>

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