The Teased Mate (𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #1)

Chapter Seven

After the busy day, we ended up in my old room. I made a bed out of blankets I had already packed up, but just not taken to the car. Moving has been more stressful than I thought it would be.

An older woman at the grocery store was complimenting us as a couple. There were a few girls and guys who gave us dirty looks, but that is their problem, not ours. One guy proceeded to flirt with me even though Anthony was right next to me. He didn't seem to care

The smell of the second layer of paint is strong, but thank god I got the stuff that dries quickly. It is a quick-dry paint so I could get out of here as fast as I can.

I fall into the heaping pile of blankets. Which feels so good on my tired body. My back is killing me. But the blankets are just the right amount of cushion for me.

I can see Anthony at the corner of my room just smiling. I get up and drag him down with me. Practically dying- I mean now on top with a big goofy grin.

I give him a peck and get off, I am watching him struggle to control his wolf.  He has loosened up a bit since yesterday.

His wolf is very possessive and wants to do the deed with his mate. But he knows my boundaries and loathes them.
If I were to do something stupid now, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore and he would probably end up marking me. Knowing this I can't do certain things because animal instinct will kick in and it will be our wolves in control of us.

Once you are marked and mated it is like getting engaged you have a certain period to have a baby boy or girl. Which is very stupid, but it is tradition. It is a ritual, that all us beasts follow.

But laws are laws and we all have to follow more than others. I just lay there still until my breath goes shallow, and then I fall asleep.
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I wake up and my brothers are getting into my groceries. I can hear them munching on cookies.

My cookies!

I get up and open the door to Mike with the cookie box in his hand. I snatch it and he starts to cry.

He is only 4-years-old and I don't have the energy to deal with all of them, so I pick him up and take him into my room.

"Where are my cookies?" He cries into my shirt.

"You have had enough baby, you are going to give yourself a tummy ache," I explain holding him close.

I stroke his thick dark hair back as he says, "No...yummy bad." He has had stomach problems since birth, he takes something to help him poop. If he doesn't it gets stuck and hurts him, real bad. He holds me close and calms me down. I would hand him my phone, but it is broken, so I start tickling him. His little giggle fills the room.

I can see the way Anthony is looking at me. I let Mike go and he zooms out of the room yelling, "You can't snatch me, mom!!" In between chuckles, you see, I have been their mom, more than a sister. You see my family is half Mexican which means we are huge with family. It's not uncommon to have someone else that is called mom.

It may hurt the actual mother, but she has to deal with it.
I don't run after him because I can hear him now playing with the others. He is now okay which is a blessing.

I lay back down and get asked,
"How do you do that? Why do you let him call you mom?"

"I am just used to it, I have taken care of them my whole life. They call me mom because our mom was never around. They were told by a guest teacher at their school that a mother takes care of you while you are sick, hurt, and hungry they are always there for you, no matter what. So one day they came home and started calling me mom. I thought it was no big deal, but mom didn't." I tell him honestly.

"You will be a fabulous mother, I can tell by the way you take care of your siblings you want them. You have raised them basically on your own. I have no idea what it's like with kids, so at least I can learn from you or your siblings. " He says this with so much intensity in his eyes it makes my eyes water.

Most of the time we joke about having children, but he is being so open about it. Also, his wolf doesn't like it that I am already called mom way before he has gotten a chance to mate with me.

I just give him a warm smile. I breathe in his scent and say, "We still have a few years to go before we do that." I want to be free of kids and live a little life before I even think about having a child.

"Let's get to moving me to our house. Our bed should already be there built and ready. I want to get everything moved in today." I say pulling away from him.

"The moving truck is at our place and is being unloaded, we can rest for a little more." He pulls me closer, as his hand squeezes my hips.

I can hear his wolf purring at our closeness. It's like a low growl that is extremely sexy, it's a sound he makes for me.
I get up a say, "let's get some lunch taco bell sounds so amazing right now." I can hear my stomach's reaction and he gets up.

"Let's go then." I throw on a sweater and a pair of blue jeans and we head out.

I order a Mexican Pizza and he gets two crunch wraps and watered-down mountain dew.

I take a sip and almost gag. It is so gross! Other than that we just ate because we were super hungry. I am mad he didn't get a Baja blast! He said it tastes like dish soap.

"This meal was perfect, Anthony. I like their attempt at real Mexican food it is so good! But I am paying today." I pay and we get into his truck and I open up another letter.

Dear, Dianna.
I heard you have your first boyfriend. You are not even 10 and remember what I said what they have. Well, I am not giving you money for being with a guy who is not your mate.

Love, Dad.

I laugh at this because I never dated ever. And this is so funny, that me having one guy friend means, that I am dating him. We had 1 play date and he punched me. But since my mother thought date she was probably like, this is a good time to give it to her.

Let me be clear IT WAS NOT A DATE.

I smile at his words and put the letter back in its pink envelope.