the connection to the vitamins. Stopped taking hers and monitored her reactions. A few months later, she met my brother, and recognized him instantly as her mate.”
“I don’t understand. What has the vitamins to do with Eva recognizing her mate?” Tania’s brain ached trying to process all the new information the alphas flung at her.
“The vitamins contain a mega dose of the drug, Genlarium. When Eva’s blood tested negative for any trace of Genlarium, she began to have recurring dreams of being mate claimed. Her sexual desire soared—those are her words by the way. Eva believes that once the Genlarium was no longer in her system, her true wolf instincts surfaced.” Jaz replied.
Tania’s intestines cramped. Jesus. Exactly what had happened to her over the last few months. “Was that why you bullied the parents into letting me move out? So you could ditch my vitamins?”
“Yes,” Jaz answered.
“The reason I was in the hotel gym was because I was supposed to collect a paper cup you’d used, and we were going to analyze it to see what your Genlarium levels were like,” Axe explained. “I gave Lycus the water bottle you’d drank in my suite to test.”
“And?” Everything began to make sense. So why did she feel so betrayed and soiled?
“There are only slight traces of Genlarium in your blood,” Lycus declared. He glanced at Axe. “Results came in a couple of hours ago.”
A sense of impending catastrophe forced the question out of her mouth. “Eva recognized your brother as her mate because she was no longer drugged.”
“Precisely. And it didn’t matter one whit to her that he’s a Rogue wolf. Like me, Dax, is the product of three generations of mixed breed mating. My maternal grandfather was half panther. My paternal grandfather was half wolf. The rest of me’s mostly human. Or so I preach.”
Tania knew she was catching late night flies, but couldn’t snap her teeth together. She had to stiffen to prevent an automatic flinch away from the man sitting next to her. She dropped her knife and fork. Stared at Lycus.
He was a Rogue wolf.
A Rogue wolf.
In person.
He was handsome as sin.
Rogue wolves were supposed to have horribly distorted features. They had none of the Wylfen beauty or perfection.
“In animal form, we’re admittedly odd looking. I have wolf ears, but a cat snout. Make no mistake though, I am a Rogue wolf.” Lycus’s tone held a jeering note.
Tania bit the tip of her tongue. She had to stop blurting her thoughts. She’d called the Rogue wolf ugly aloud. The worst insult a Wylfen could deliver to any living thing.
“You know what Wylfen parents tell their kids about the Ferals and the Rogues.” Axe forked a mouthful of dressing laden salad from his plate into his mouth.
“They’re animals. Beasts. Unable to control their wolf. They eat their own cubs. Their mates die during mate claim.” She shuttered her eyes.
“I’m Feral,” Axe stated.
“I’m Rogue,” Lycus declared.
“We’ve all learned to control our shifting. We recognize our mates. We mate claim.” Lycus crossed his arms and flashed her a wink.
She shot him a furious glare. “Really? You’ll actually say that out loud. Women die from mate claiming.”
“Eva didn’t,” Lycus retorted.
“What Lycus is not saying is that the claiming isn’t done by the alphas. It’s done by the females,” Axe explained all the while glowering at Lycus.
Tania linked her fingers together not sure she could resist the prodigious impulse to plant a facer on Axe’s jaw. She snorted. Glowered at him. “I don’t believe a word of it.”
Axe shrugged. “Your prerogative. Finish your steak.”
Her appetite had vanished. She shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”
“Have you had anything to eat today?” Axe demanded.
“I had to force her to eat an apple earlier. She ordered chicken noodle soup for lunch, but had only a few mouthfuls. Axe is right, sis. You need to get something solid in your
“I don’t understand. What has the vitamins to do with Eva recognizing her mate?” Tania’s brain ached trying to process all the new information the alphas flung at her.
“The vitamins contain a mega dose of the drug, Genlarium. When Eva’s blood tested negative for any trace of Genlarium, she began to have recurring dreams of being mate claimed. Her sexual desire soared—those are her words by the way. Eva believes that once the Genlarium was no longer in her system, her true wolf instincts surfaced.” Jaz replied.
Tania’s intestines cramped. Jesus. Exactly what had happened to her over the last few months. “Was that why you bullied the parents into letting me move out? So you could ditch my vitamins?”
“Yes,” Jaz answered.
“The reason I was in the hotel gym was because I was supposed to collect a paper cup you’d used, and we were going to analyze it to see what your Genlarium levels were like,” Axe explained. “I gave Lycus the water bottle you’d drank in my suite to test.”
“And?” Everything began to make sense. So why did she feel so betrayed and soiled?
“There are only slight traces of Genlarium in your blood,” Lycus declared. He glanced at Axe. “Results came in a couple of hours ago.”
A sense of impending catastrophe forced the question out of her mouth. “Eva recognized your brother as her mate because she was no longer drugged.”
“Precisely. And it didn’t matter one whit to her that he’s a Rogue wolf. Like me, Dax, is the product of three generations of mixed breed mating. My maternal grandfather was half panther. My paternal grandfather was half wolf. The rest of me’s mostly human. Or so I preach.”
Tania knew she was catching late night flies, but couldn’t snap her teeth together. She had to stiffen to prevent an automatic flinch away from the man sitting next to her. She dropped her knife and fork. Stared at Lycus.
He was a Rogue wolf.
A Rogue wolf.
In person.
He was handsome as sin.
Rogue wolves were supposed to have horribly distorted features. They had none of the Wylfen beauty or perfection.
“In animal form, we’re admittedly odd looking. I have wolf ears, but a cat snout. Make no mistake though, I am a Rogue wolf.” Lycus’s tone held a jeering note.
Tania bit the tip of her tongue. She had to stop blurting her thoughts. She’d called the Rogue wolf ugly aloud. The worst insult a Wylfen could deliver to any living thing.
“You know what Wylfen parents tell their kids about the Ferals and the Rogues.” Axe forked a mouthful of dressing laden salad from his plate into his mouth.
“They’re animals. Beasts. Unable to control their wolf. They eat their own cubs. Their mates die during mate claim.” She shuttered her eyes.
“I’m Feral,” Axe stated.
“I’m Rogue,” Lycus declared.
“We’ve all learned to control our shifting. We recognize our mates. We mate claim.” Lycus crossed his arms and flashed her a wink.
She shot him a furious glare. “Really? You’ll actually say that out loud. Women die from mate claiming.”
“Eva didn’t,” Lycus retorted.
“What Lycus is not saying is that the claiming isn’t done by the alphas. It’s done by the females,” Axe explained all the while glowering at Lycus.
Tania linked her fingers together not sure she could resist the prodigious impulse to plant a facer on Axe’s jaw. She snorted. Glowered at him. “I don’t believe a word of it.”
Axe shrugged. “Your prerogative. Finish your steak.”
Her appetite had vanished. She shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”
“Have you had anything to eat today?” Axe demanded.
“I had to force her to eat an apple earlier. She ordered chicken noodle soup for lunch, but had only a few mouthfuls. Axe is right, sis. You need to get something solid in your
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