Mated to the Alpha Knight novel Chapter 2

"Jackson," I chuckled as his touch went lower, his fingers playing with my jeans waistband. "I think Mr.Tomes will be wondering why I'm not in class yet,"

"I don't care about some teacher right now, Celeste," His breath hot against my ear, goose bumps covering my arms, and the stench of dull, lemon cleaner flooded the janitor closet. Jackson held me close, kissing my neck, and suddenly I felt very uneasy about the predicament I was in; like a red flag flaring in my head.

"Jackson, wait," I spoke softly, my eyes opening. As he kissed my neck, I focused my eyes elsewhere to see stacks of toilet paper and clorox wipes on one shelf, a broom and mop hanging up on the side, and a small yellow bucket that had 'FLOOR WAX' written onto the front with big, bold black letters. "Jackson," My voice turned almost whiney.

"What." Kiss. "Baby." Kiss.

"Can... Can we stop?" His grip on my waist seemed to get tighter.

"Why?" Breathless, he stopped his kissing and stood back to his full height, onyx eyes meeting mine with confusion. Red rose to my cheeks as sweat kissed my palms.

"I don't want to do... This. Not yet," Or not at all as I had a mate somewhere out in the world. Jackson took his hands from my waist and intertwined them with my hands, his cologne smelled cheap and did nothing to calm my headache.

"Baby, trust me, you'll feel good after this. I promise," Jackson licked his lips before attacking my neck, moving his hands to my waist, and with one hand, he started to unbutton my jeans.

"J-Jackson, please," Tears started to pool in my blue eyes as he slid one hand between my jeans and underwear, letting it rest on my hip. Frustrated, Jackson squeezed harshly and let out a huff.

"What the fuck Celeste," He spat. Tremors in my hands could hardly control themselves as I have heard stories about his anger, how he smacked around some girl named Stacy last year so bad she left the pack before anyone knew. "We've been seeing each other for a whole three weeks, what's wrong?"

Those onyx eyes turned harsh as he looked down to me. I said in return, "W-what about your mate? My mate? We are-"

"Fuck you," Jackson spat taking a step back, grabbing his backpack, and walked out of the closet; only me and the dim, buzzing lightbulb were left. Collapsing to the dirty floor, I held my hand over my mouth to shield some of the sobs, tears escaping both eyes as if they were in a race; the cool closet made me wish I had a hoodie.

Not a minute later, my cell phone rang.

Fishing it out of my purple bookbag that sat only three feet away from me, I relaxed as I saw the caller ID; answering it, I didn't even get one word in before he spoke.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" One of the only good things about my brother, he knew when I felt like shit; our emotions always seemed intertwined. I knew when he was sad, mad, happy, lonely, all of it and vice versa; my mother used to tell me it was a sibling bond but no one I knew had this except us.

A hiccup escaped my lips as I tried to answer. "I- um,"