Mates with the Rogue teacher [Student/Teacher Romance] (INYMS Sequel)

Before she knew it, the elevator was plummeting with her in it and she let out a ghastly, toe-curling scream. She didn't know what was happening and she was sick and tired of so much drama walking into her life. She just wanted to see her twin brother before going home and sleep. She should have known that Karma wouldn't let that happen to her. Obviously, she had committed a heinous crime in the past to be punished so cruelly in the past 3 weeks and Karma was not going to be easy on her.

The doors slid open onto the Ground Floor and that's when she saw three men dressed in all black, with their eyes covered in the latest ray-bans. She couldn't help but want to roll her eyes at their cliché attempt at kidnapping her but the elevator scene that just occurred happened to be such a nice touch. She stepped out, getting ready to have to fight her way through.

Muscular arms dragged her backwards by her neck, unexpectedly. She wasn't expecting such an abrupt begin to the fight. She struggled against the broad guy's arm, which seemingly stood there not affected by her squirming. She used the muscular man's weight to lift herself up and kick the smirking man in front o her. She succeeded in kicking him in the chin but this did not make the guy, who was holding her captive, happy. He tightened his grip on her neck, suffocating her. Black dots were soon coming into her line of vision and it seemed like the room was spinning.

"Goodnight, Princess." The man's hoarse and rough voice whispered into her ears, causing her to shudder. Before she blacked out completely, she heard a cry of her name coming towards her. She smiled softly as she realised she was going to finally get some sleep.

Ben ran to the familiar guy holding his mate. He watched helplessly whilst her limp body was being dragged towards the black Mercedes with tinted windows. Instinctively, he grabbed a pen from the receptions desk and stabbed it into the guy's neck, hitting the jugular vein. In seconds, all his blood will be splattered onto the floor while he was laying in it lifeless. Ben laughed darkly at the thought; his eyes were twinkling with a dark fire that he never let anyone see.

A hand lay on his shoulder and he flipped the owner's body forward causing him to lie on his back. Smiling at the man who was in excruciating pain on the floor, Ben crouched beside him and grabbed his head and snapped his neck- hearing the bone-chilling click meaning he would either be paralysed ]or dead. Ben was hoping for the latter. Picking up his mate, who was lying on top of the big guy, Ben walked away from the scene smoothly like nothing had happened.

That was when he realised that there wasn't anyone in the reception area. He could easily blame the deaths on the two baboons who attempted to kidnap his mate. He easily conjured up the story that they were fighting and the small guy stabbed a pen into biggie's neck but biggie decided that his small friend here wasn't going to survive and he cracked his neck before taking his last, dying breath. It seemed plausible enough for the nurses to not ask questions. He glanced down at the face of the body he was holding and even though she had broken the bond between them only hours ago, he knew that he would give anything for her, even his life. And that was what worried him so much.

He walked into Jeremy's room surprised at the sight that he had laid eyes on. His precious daughter, Abbie, was snuggled up to a sleeping Jeremy. His eyebrows rose at how fast she had taken to his mate's twin. She was sceptical at such a young age and knew better than anyone not to trust anyone but there must be something about Jeremy that pulled her towards him. It isn't possible to say now though, I mean her supernatural powers haven't formed yet so who's to say that she would be a full werewolf.

The sad thing is; Ben can't even remember the mother of his daughter's name. Around his pack, it was normal for teenage pregnancies to stem from as young as 11. Ben had gotten into a bad group of people, you know, like other under privileged kids. It hadn't ever been easy for him growing especially after his father died. His mom was uneducated and his father had been the only source of income in the household- so his mom began to work the streets.