Seducing My Ex's Father In Law (Submitting to My Mate's Father-in-Law) by Caroline Above Story updated 2025 - 26 - Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 928

Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 928

“I know you’re right,” my mother said with a quiet sigh. “Just get her to her room,” she told Irene and Erik.

“Of course,” Erik replied without hesitation, and I felt him shift as he carried me toward the house.

The familiar scent of my childhood home wrapped around me, warm and grounding. This was where I grew up. This was safe. Comfortable.

I was definitely talking—rambling, probably. I could hear Irene’s soft laughter and Erik responding to me, but I barely understood what I was saying, let alone what they were saying back.

Then I felt it—my bedroom. The soft blankets. My bed pulling me in.

I was here. I was okay. I was home.

But not really home.

Home was with Gavin and our family.

I missed Ryder so much. And I missed my mate even more. I wanted to be in his arms, to feel him hold me. I knew I’d see him tomorrow evening, but my wolf felt restless without him—almost fractured.

The thought alone brought fresh tears to my eyes. Irene noticed immediately, gently wiping them away as they slid down my cheeks.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re okay.”

I sniffled and wiped at my face, too drained to respond.

A moment later, Nan came in with a glass of water. Irene helped me sit up while Nan held it to my lips. How had I spiraled this fast? This wasn’t how the night was supposed to end. Yes, it had been amazing—but I shouldn’t have gone that hard the night before my wedding.

My father was right. It was a stupid decision.

The water cooled the burn in my throat, and I let out a slow, relieved breath.

“You need to rest,” Nan said softly. “We’ll be back in the morning to help you get ready for your wedding.”

I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. I was afraid opening them would make the dizziness worse.

Nan kissed my forehead. Irene pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Goodnight, future Mom,” Irene teased.

I would’ve laughed if I didn’t feel so miserable.

I’m not sure how long I lay there. I must’ve drifted off at some point, because the next thing I felt was the mattress dipping and my mother’s cool hand resting against my forehead. This time, I forced my eyes open.

She looked down at me with pure sympathy.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I probably shouldn’t have let you drink that much,” she said softly.

“It’s not your fault,” I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy.

She grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and held it to my lips. “Drink slowly, and take this,” she instructed, handing me a couple of pills.

I swallowed the medication and took a long drink. A contented sigh slipped from me as I sank back into the pillow.

“Get some more sleep. You have a big evening ahead of you,” she said gently. “It’s two in the morning. You’ve still got a few hours.”

I nodded and let my eyes close again, my body melting into the sheets as the world faded away.

Then the bed dipped once more.

This time, I didn’t have to open my eyes to know who it was. His scent—warm, grounding, intoxicating—wrapped around me instantly. My mate.

The heat that spread through me was almost overwhelming.

His arms slid around my body, pulling me close until I was practically on top of him. He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured.

“I got so drunk,” I admitted, my words still slightly slurred.

His chest vibrated with quiet laughter.

“I know you did,” he said softly. “You probably shouldn’t have, but I’m glad you had fun.”

“I did,” I sighed. “Why are you here? Where’s Ryder?”

“He’s safe with Taylor and Eliza for the night. I’ll pick him up later while you’re getting ready for the wedding,” he assured me. “Your father called and told me what happened. I needed to see you.”

I curled closer, soaking in his warmth.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I whispered, already drifting.

He kissed the top of my head and tightened his hold on me, like he never planned to let go.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he murmured. “And tomorrow, you’ll be my wife. I can’t wait.”

“Me too,” I breathed.

And for the final time that night, I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow, I would be Mrs. Landry.