Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: An Unexpected Door

The worst part wasn’t getting rejected.

It was why.

Every time I refreshed my email, I saw another polite “We regret to inform you,” and another “We’ve decided to go in a different direction.” At first, I thought maybe it was bad timing. Maybe too many applicants. Maybe I was just unlucky.

But by the sixth rejection—from places I had personal contacts at—my gut started to twist.

By the tenth, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. Someone had to be sabotaging me on purpose.

Elliot’s face came to mind. I didn’t want to believe it, but nothing else made sense.

My resume was solid. My grades were some of the best in my year. I had the training and the experience, along with glowing testimonials from my teachers. I should have been able to get at least an internship, but I was met with rejection at every turn.

Elliot did say I’d come crawling back to him eventually. Maybe this was what he meant. Maybe he was going to keep shutting doors until I had no choice but to knock on his.

But I wasn’t going to give up yet. Lying on my bed with my laptop, I scrolled through a local job board again. My stomach churned. I’d applied to over a dozen places already, and my pride was already bruised enough.

Then I saw it.

(Private tutor needed for a strong-willed young female werewolf. Basic academic subjects and warrior training are preferred. Pay: 3x standard rate. Must be patient. Serious applicants only.)

My eyebrows shot up.

Three times the usual rate? And located in Frostfang territory?

It felt too good to be real, but I clicked the number anyway. I typed a short message and attached my resume, not expecting anything.

But five minutes later, my phone rang. I sat up quickly. “Hello?”

A woman’s voice came through. “Hi. Is this Jasmine Lowett?”

“Speaking,” I said, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.

“My name’s Isa. I’m the older sister of the girl needing a tutor. I saw your resume. You’ve got an interesting mix of skills.”

“Thank you,” I said, heart thudding.

“But just to be clear,” she added, “this isn’t going to be easy. My sister doesn’t like rules. She’s smart and stubborn, and she’s driven away more tutors than I can count. You sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I’ve worked with kids before. I’ve trained younger wolves in basic combat and survival skills. I’m a Delta trainee, top of my class. I know how to plan lessons and keep them interested.”

There was a short pause. “Alright. Come over. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Relief poured through me. “Thank you. I’ll be there.”

Isa gave me the address and said someone would pick me up within the hour.

I didn’t waste a second. I changed into clean jeans and a navy T-shirt—comfortable but neat. I tied my hair back, brushed my teeth again, and packed a few notes I’d saved from Delta training just in case.

When the sleek black car pulled up outside my house, I was already on the front steps.

The ride to Frostfang territory was smooth and quiet. I hadn’t been here in a long time. As the car turned into a long driveway, my breath caught.

This wasn’t a house. It was a mansion.

The place looked like it belonged in a movie. White stone walls, tall windows, and ivy climbed up the sides. Even the gate looked expensive.

I stepped out slowly as the driver opened the door.

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