Testosterone?Rogan had a blood test for the male hormone?Odd in a healthy young male.
And androstenedione.Dehydroepiandrosterone.DHEA sulfate.Dihydrotestosterone.All androgens.Male hormones.
But more confusing?
Rogan has blood panels measuring his female hormones as well.Estrogen and Progesterone, plus cortisol.
All within normal limits for a healthy male.A healthy male wolf?I guess so.
But why?
Then more tests that I don’t recognize…
Until—
Oh.My.God.
I push the folder aside and open the one marked Hannah.
Medical records.Almost identical to what I found in Rogan’s folder.All my hormone counts, as well as…
Fuck.
Both of us were tested regarding pheromone reaction.
Androstadienol, androstadienone, androstenone, androstenol, and androsterone.Plus some I don’t recognize that I assume are more prevalent in wolves.Or vampires.Or both.Hell, I don’t know.
Then—
An injection.My record indicates I was given an injection three days before I left for Las Vegas—what my father told me was a mixture of yarrow and gingko biloba that would help quell my hunger for blood.
It didn’t.
Because it was never meant to.
It wasn’t yarrow and gingko biloba.It was a mixture of pheromones blended specifically to attract Victor Rogan and for me to be attractedtohim.
All planned.All perfectly executed by my father.
He made this happen.He made Rogan into my mate.
I lean back into the couch.
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
You’re controlled by nature. Nature has led you to Rogan. But the laws of nature also tell us that what controls us can also be controlled.
My father knew.He’s a good actor.His surprised when I accused him of knowing fooled me.
And my stepfather knew.He knew nature could be controlled, and that itwascontrolled in my case.
I’mnotRogan’s mate.And he’s not mine.
It’s all an illusion.An illusion orchestrated for—
For what?
I don’t know, but I’ll find out.