Chapter Thirteen:
I’m not too sure on how it happened, I’m just positive that it did happen. One chilling autumn afternoon I was sitting in Gabby’s backyard playing Snap! with Kylie, my mother, Gabby and mum’s partner David when the beautiful sky was covered with horrid grey clouds and the breeze kicked up. We had thought nothing of it until Elizabeth came storming through the French doors of the pack house, her face a hot mess.
“You rotten bitch, who do you think you are?” She pointed a stale manicured hand at me and curled her lip unattractively.
“Excuse me?” My mother snapped. “Who do you think you are? Insulting a child?” Elizabeth turned to glare at my mother for interjecting.
“I’m not a child, mother.” I groaned.
“No, you’re a man-stealing whore!” Elizabeth growled. Kylie gasped and David – who looked purple with anger – clenched his hands tightly. David and I had gotten along quite well in the two weeks he’d been here on “vacay” with my mum. We’d bonded, you could say. I wouldn’t mind if he became my stepfather; he’s a cool wolf – can do tricks and everything.
“What is this about? Have you lost your mind?” Kylie snapped at the crazed woman.
“She stole my husband!”
“Did not,” I defended myself automatically. It was a defence mechanism to take the blame off of myself, to deter everyone from thinking I was in the wrong; every teenager did it.
“Did too,” She returned childishly.
“Wait, hold up; what is going on here, Marissa?”
“Marissa’s mate is Elizabeth’s husband.” Gabby replied instantly; totally loving the drama.
“Gabby!” I complained. She gave me a “what” look and I rolled my eyes. She knew “what”.
“That explains it,” My mother thought aloud.
“Explains what?”
“Oh, nothing,” She deflected her comment as every mother did. I smacked my forehead with my palm. Mums!
“You’re an attempted man-stealer and to think you thought you’d get away with it.” She laughed smugly and smirked at me.
“What do you mean attempted? Ian loves me; he’s my mate.”
“If he loved you, would he be with me? Would he tell me he loved forever and ever?” Elizabeth flicked her greasy, messy hair over her shoulder and showed off her mark. I growled at that. She simply smirked foully.
“He doesn’t love you, he feels sorry for you, you plastic bitch!” Gabby defended me from my side by throwing her two cents in. She threw in a “come at me” gesture as well and I had to stop from shaking my head at her.
“Look, not even your friend loves you. She can insult you right in front of your face and you’re just taking it, not even defending yourself. Men don’t like girls who can’t stick up for themselves. In fact, men don’t like girls in general. And Ian is one fine man; someone you don’t deserve.” I opened my mouth to growl at her but another loud growl echoed through the trees further south of the spacious back yard. I looked behind Elizabeth to find my perfect mate defend my honour.
“I don’t know who you are talking to, Elizabeth but you better hope it’s not my mate.” He ground out. He strutted down past the bony woman and stood beside me, his arm slung over my shoulders, bringing me in closer to his body. I let out a shiver at the cool trembles his touch elicited from my nerve endings. I smiled up at Ian. God, this man was perfect.
“This is ridiculous, Ian! She’s barely a woman, barely even eighteen, it’s illegal and you know it. What can she give you that I already haven’t?” I growled at that. I didn’t even want to know about what happened between the two of them. Elizabeth smirked at my reaction; she wanted to bring me down. She was absolutely pathetic.
“She’s my mate and she’s worth everything. Her love is enough for me.” I smiled and kissed Ian’s cheek when he said that. Elizabeth scoffed shook her head.
“I don’t even want you anyway. The bitch can have you.”
“Which bitch?” My mother joked and Kylie laughed. Even I cracked a smile at my mother’s lame joke. Elizabeth scowled and turned on her heel and stormed off, but not before cursing the day we were all born and hoped that our treacherous love would blow back in our faces and we’d come to hate each other. I laughed heartily at that and Ian swore he’d never stop loving me. I grinned widely at my mate and I could feel all eyes on us as my mother and Kylie started chanted “kiss” over and over again.
And so, we did, over and over again. But freely this time because everyone knew who my mate was and that he loved me and I loved him. It took a while and some hardships to get to this point but here we were and we’re happy; that’s all I could ever ask for. Well, I could think of a few other things but right now, in front of my family, being in my mate’s arms was enough. I wasn’t that hard to please.
“I love you,” Ian murmured against my lips.
“I love you, too.” I whispered back before pressing my lips to his once more.
A/N: So, sadly, this is the last chapter of Mated to a Married Man. It's kind of a love/hate feeling I'm experiencing right now. I love that Marissa and Ian have a happy ending but I hate that I'm ending it so soon. I'd like to keep it going but there's not much to add to it and I don't want to change any outcomes the story could have. I know it's been fast and the story's been short but I'm happy and I hope you guys are too.
I will posting the epilogue soon and then the story will be officially over. Once again happy and sad. Vote and comment, I'd love to hear what you guys think and see if you enjoyed it or not. Thank you for reading my story and I hope I brought smiles to your faces.
Just letting you know that this is the first time I ever finished a story so it's a little rough. Anyway, thank you all, I love you. Thank you so, so much.
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