The Rogue's Mate

Where am I

Riot opened his eyes and was immediately welcomed by a blinding light. He instinctively covered his face and sat up placing another hand to his face and rubbing it softly. When his eyes adjusted and his hand dropped he took in his surroundings. He was in what he presumed was a steel cell. Dark grey steel walls, One reinforced door and a two-way window. Accept he couldn't see who was behind it. How did he get here? That's when he remembered. He was in the mine the last time he remembered, begging to die. Then a woman came, or he thought it was a woman. She smelt amazing like the sweetest fruit. God her voice. 

He looked down at his body and noticed the marks, the bites and the abrasions, yet they were partway healed. His skin was still dirty and sweat covered. He reached up and ran his fingers through his messy dark brown hair and got to his feet. He fixed his jeans lifting them further up over this hips. A little more acceptable.

He walked over to the reinforced mirror and stared at his reflection. Noting the bags under his eyes and the way his hair hung around his face in a messy way. 

"Look who's awake." sounded a male's voice over the intercom. Okay. Not the voice Riot was hoping to hear. Or wanted to hear more like. The hair on his arms and the back of his neck would stand on end. "Who are you?" Riots gravely voice would call out, deep, masculine. 

It was a beat before the male responded to him. "I'm a friend of a friend you could say. How do you feel?" The voice asked, Riots brow furrowed as he glanced at the mirror. She was there, that woman who saved him. She was behind that glass he could feel it. "Better than I should," he said, his eyes never wavering from his reflection in the mirror, But he wasn't looking at him, he was trying to look at her.

"Well, dear Aiyana here is the one to thank." The voice said. So that's her name. Aiyana. "I'd very much like to thank her in person," he said once more. His face turn from the mirror to the door expectantly. Yet no one entered. "All in due time. I'd like to know she would be safe if she entered. Tell me. What is your name." who was this guy? Her husband? Her boyfriend? He didn't know why but the thought irritated him. 

He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose and dropped it after a few seconds. "My name is Riot Hades. The eldest son of Remus Hades, King of the Litha moon pack," he said. He very rarely introduced himself like that, but he wanted to impress the woman for some reason. Maybe prove to her he was better than the man in the speaker.

When the door clicked open, Riot spun unusually quick and braced himself for anything that may pass the threshold. When two men, Clearly vampires stepped into a room and then another, larger-looking male he felt slightly let down. He wanted to see the woman. Miss Aiyana. It was as if his very being wished it. 

"My name is Raphael Garcia, you're currently in my home in Brooklyn, New York. Ana brought you here after she found you. She wished to take you to her own home but... I advised against it. I need to know she isn't going to come to any harm under your hand. However given your Alpha Remus's son, Prince Riot, I think you are of no threat to her." Raph said.

Riots gaze was hard and cold as he stared at the male, clearly not impressed and growing impatient the more he spoke about Ana and him not seeing her. That's when he saw movement over Raphael's shoulder from the corner of his eye and his eyes shifted.

He saw the colour of dark chocolate brown hair, pale soft skin, part of a thick but perfectly sculptured brow and then the most beautiful, emerald green eyes he had ever see. When his eyes met hers he visibly took a few steps back. His breathing faltered and he sucked in a breath. "Mine.." he whispered softly.