The Worst Of Luck

Chapter two

Vincent's POV
When I made eye contact with the brown-haired, brown-eyed girl in the back row, my wolf immediately went crazy. Announcing she was my mate. Her scent was intoxicating, she smelt of vanilla. My wolf was practically yelling at me to take her right here, right now. Sending me dirty images of her. Enough to get my blood rushing to the wrong places, I had to control myself. "Mine," I growled out so the other wolves here knew she was off-limits.
I glanced at the seat next to her, to happily see it was open. I walked over and sat down. But I noticed other guys checking her out. Thinking about my mate. The thought of them thinking about my mate sexually made my blood boil. My wolf wanted to kill every unmated wolf and human here for doing so. "Calm down. They mean nothing. They're not my mate," she said with a small smile on her face. My wolf was happy she didn't like the attention from the other males. "You know my name, now you have to tell me yours," I told my mate. "Olivia Grace," my mate said happily. Her being happy made my wolf and I purr.
I was practically bouncing out of my seat to get my mate alone. And when the bell finally rang, I stood up quickly and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the room and into the nearest empty one I could find.

Olivias POV
His hand in mine sent sparks flying around my body. He quickly dragged me into one of the empty classrooms, before shutting the door behind us and locking it. When he looked back at me his eyes were swirling with black. Showing his wolf was in control. He backed me up into a wall, before leaning into the nape of my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mine," he growled before gently placing soft kisses around the spot where he'd one day mark me. The pleasure and sparks were all too much for me, I felt like I was about to explode. Vincent trailed kisses all the way up to my face before crushing his lips on mine. The tingles running through me, a small moan managed to escape my lips. This did not go unnoticed by Vincent, as he smirked and repeated the same movement he made with his tongue getting the same reaction as before.
I grabbed onto his biceps, trying to steady myself as my legs gave beneath me. His hands wrapped about the back of my thighs, dangerously close to my bum, before hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He continued dominating my mouth, before dipping his head once again back into the crook of my neck. Moans were spilling out of me, as I pulled on his thick, dark hair. Earning groans from him.
One thing led to another and we ended up mating on one of the desks. I was panting, as was he.
"Now let's get down to the point." He said before pulling his cackys back on. What point? "I, Vincent Blackwood, reject you, Olivia Grace, as my mate," that one sentence broke my heart more than Dylan already had. I thought when I caught Dylan, the man I'd been with for 3 years, cheating on me with someone else, was the worst pain I'd endured. Even worse then any pain my father had inflicted onto me. But this, this was different. My wolf was whimpering and was blocking me out, I felt like my heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. Tears pooled in my eyes, threatening to spill. He took the last thing I had left in me, the smallest part of happiness I had left, and threw it out the window. He used me. He used his mate as a hookup. I was nothing more than sex to him. As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn't. I wouldn't allow myself to be hurt over another guy.

"Fine, have fun with whatever you decide to do with your life," I said quickly getting dressed and leaving, without taking a second glance back. The minute I shut the door, I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. I took a deep breath and kept walking. I pulled out my phone as I got to my car, dialling the first number they came to mind.
"Hey, yeah can you do me a favour? I need to get away from home for a little while."