Chapter 5

   "Amy could you help me with the kids while I go grab some dinner?" Mr.Rogers asked while handing me Ian (a three year old baby) as soon as I walked through the door.

     Without giving me time to respond, he grabs the car keys and walks out the door. Ian wraps his little arms around my neck.

     "Mommy!" He exclaims happily, squeezing me tighter.

     My brows creased together as I looked down at him sadly, "Ian baby, you know I am not your momma. I am your sister, ok sweetie?" I tell him gently.

     He giggled, obviously not caring about what I just said, "Mommy you're funny," he says giggling some more.

     I sigh in defeat, walking with him in my arms to where the other children were.

**Later That Night**

     After many hours of cleaning and giving each little ones a bath. Which involved me taking a clothed bath with them with how much they were splashing around. Mr.Rogers was still not back from getting dinner, so I decided to make them a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup.

     Mr.Rogers likes to take these little opportunities and either go to a bar, or go over to his mistery woman's house and stay the night. So that just leaves me with all 6 kids from the ages of three to ten. Which isn't that bad, cause I mean there's only three little one's that actually need my help with almost everything. Ian is the youngest, Sara is 4 with a lot of attitude with her, Jimmy is 5 he is more of the shy type. Bubba is 8 and is the funniest little kid I've ever met, and finally we have the twins Jessica and Jennifer, they're ten and are always up to something.

     After everyone ate and brushed their teeths, they were off to bed. I tucked the little ones in bed and gave them each a kiss on the head.

     "Can you sing to us momma?" Ian asked in a sleepily voice, getting all snuggled up in his race car bed.

     I smile down at him and looked around at the other two little ones snuggled up in bed also. You could tell sleep was just minutes away from them, by how tired and red their eyes were.

     "You guys don't want to hear me sing now do you?" I asked playfully.

     All three of them hollered 'I do I do!' Which made my heart swell up with love. I nod my head and sat next to Ian on his bed.

     "Ok, I'll sing for you guys, but you have to close your eyes and be still," I tell them firmly.

     They all nodded excitedly and got into their sleeping positions.

     I cleared my throat.

"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes

And save these questions for another day

I think I know what you've been asking me

I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

Then you should always know

Wherever you may go, no matter where you are

I never will be far away

Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep

And still so many things I want to say

Remember all the songs you sang for me

When we went sailing on an emerald bay

And like a boat out on the ocean

I'm rocking you to sleep

The water's dark and deep, inside this ancient heart

You'll always be a part of me

Goodnight my angel, now it's time to dream

And dream how wonderful your life will be

Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby

Then in your heart there will always be a part of me

Someday we'll all be gone

But lullabies go on and on

They never die

That's how you and I will be"

     Once I was finished with my song, I could hear little soft snores coming from all of them. Telling me that they're asleep. Kissing each of their heads, I turn on their Scooby doo night light and turned off the ceiling fan light. Leaving the door cracked I head down the hallway to my own room.

     Man what a fucking day. Shutting my door I started to strip out of my clothes and head for the shower.

     "Hey babe," a familiar voice said, making me jump right out of my skin in fright.

     "Jesus christ Justin! You scared the living fuck outta me," I half yelled at him, not wanting to wake up anybody in the house.

     He chuckled and gets up from my bed, walking towards me. He stops in front of me and looks me up and down, before raising a brow.

     "I told you I was coming over silly. You finally put the kiddos to bed?" He asked, taking a piece of my hair between his fingers.

     "Yea I did. Wait, how did you get in? I thought I locked all the doors and windows?" I asked curious, he's always finding a way in here no matter how many times I double check the locks.

     He chuckles lightly and kisses my lips. Pulling back he smiles down at me, "I will always find a way in here to you my love."

     His eyes were automatically filled with lust and desire. He immediately attacks my lips with his, gripping the back of my neck tightly. He some how moved us to the bed, then roughly pushes me down on my back and climbs on top of me. Not giving me no time to breath before his lips were back on mine again, but this time rougher.

     "You taste so fucking good," he says lowly, pulling back and started unbuckeling his pants.

     Not even a second passed and he was fully naked, standing in front of me with a full on hard on. Stroking it even as he licks his lips looking at me in anticipation.

     Something felt off about this, I really didn't want to have sex with Justin. I felt like it was wrong, like I would be hurtting someone if we do this. I didn't understand this feeling.

     "Justin maybe we could just talk tonight, I'm really not in the mood for this," I tell him honestly and calmly, going to get up from the bed.

     He shakes his head no and pushes me back down. He wasted no time and started to undo my pants, "Babe I'm so hard and horny for you right now. I need you babe, please," he asked, using that dumb looking pouty face I love and hate so much.

     I look up into his warm brown eyes and smiled weakly, "Fine."

     Yanking my pants the rest of the way off, he takes one of my bare boobs in his mouth and started moaning at the taste.

     This felt so wrong, why does this feel like I'm cheating on someone? I don't understand, my boyfriend is right in front of me.

     Justin spreads my legs open and lays in between them. Then in one quick thrust, his dick was in me and moving at a fast pace. Giving me no time to adjust to his length. Pain shot through my vagina.

     "Ow Justin slow down, you're hurting me!" I tell him, placing my hand on his chest and pushing on him lightly.

      He groans and speeds up his thrusts, going faster and deeper. By this time there were tears in my eyes. Normally he's not so rough, what has gotten into him today? I pleading for him to stop, or at least slow the fuck down.

     But he didn't, he held on to me so tight to were I couldn't move. He kept telling me to relax and that it'll be over soon.

     For the next 20 minutes or so consist of me begging and pleading, and many moans and groans coming from Justin.

     Once he was done, he took a shower and left, and just like that, he was back out of my life again. I curled up in as good of a ball as any fat girl can get into and just cried. I cried until I fell alseep.

***Christian's P.O.V**

     When I got home from making my rounds around the pack land. I figured a nice shower and some sleep would do me some good. Just thinking about my mate had me smiling from ear to ear.

     God she is so perfect.

     Her luscious curves and warm light brown eyes just kept running through my mind. My parents asked me why I was in such a good mood, but I told them it's just been a really good day.

     When I was done with the shower, I get dressed for bed and lay there thinking about her. Ooh how I wanted to kiss those plump lips, how I wanted to lick every curve on her. God just thinking about it is given me a boner.

     And that's when I felt it, the excruciating pain in my chest. It suddenly became very hard to breathe, it felt like my heart was slowly tearing into two pieces just so they made sure I felt the pain.

     What the fuck is this?

     Aw shit! It's the fucking mate bond, she's with him, that asshole of a boyfriend. The thought of it makes me furious. The thought of him having his hands all over her, him being inside her. Being inside what's mine.

     Why? Why can't I have a normal werewolf mate? Then I wouldn't have to hide my mate from everybody. I'd be able to claim her, and she would know who I am. I wouldn't have to get rid of that dip shit boyfriend.

     I want her, I need her, I have to have her, she belongs to me.