The Rogue's Mate

Where's Ana?

Riot stood up as Ana briskly left the room, his eyes following her to the door and losing her when she disappeared through it. Despite his hunger Riot lost his appetite, feeling for the young woman in a troubling situation. He walked over to the door and glanced down at Raphael. "That's no way to treat a lady, especially one who's struggling with her existence as she is." He said. Raphael folded his arms over this chest and refused to back down. "I can talk to her how I please. Have you told her she's your mate?" he asked raising his brow.

The son of a b***h knew he had mated and deliberately embarrassed her to make him angry. His amber eyes darkened. His eyes grew slightly wide. "No, she does not. It's going to be something i'll break to her gently. So shut your mouth. Say one more word to her and ill show you what the inside of your arse looks like. Besides, You should know not to f**k with a werewolf's mate." he muttered, threateningly before reaching in the males pocket, taking his phone and looking for Ana's phone number. Finding it, He memorised it and pressed it to his chest hard for him to grab.

Riot walked down the hall formulating a plan in his head. He needed to go to the bank, get a new card and access to his bank account. He knew Bryce would know instantly he was alive in doing so but he needed the funds, Especially now. He needed to buy a new phone and call Ana. He needed to find her. He wanted to find her. He didn't want her feeding off of someone else. She was his. His to lust after, to love, to feel, to touch... He wanted to feel her bite, feel her teeth sink into his neck. He wanted to feel the lust, test it.

It had been almost an hour by the time Riot had got a new bank card, A new phone and set it up so it was ready to use. The first thing he did was type Ana's number in the keypad and save it to his phone. He then texted her. 

'Ana, Its Riot. Where are you?' He texted. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair hoping she answered him soon. 

'How did you get my number? How did you get a phone? I'm at home.' she texted. Home. He thought. 

'I stole Raphael's phone, brought my own. Address.' He wasn't asking.

A few minutes went by.

'Ana's flowers, Gericho street. The doors open.' She texted. 

Riot wasted no time waving down a cab, climbing in and showing him the address. The cab pulled off and set out on the journey to her home. A million things flooding his mind. The first one being his mate's human job was a Florist.