Ethan;
"Could Alpha Aurelian have gone into your room?" She asks, and the suggestion hits my brain like a rock.
"What?" I question as I blink in confusion.
"I'm just asking." She says, and I pause.
"Why would he do that?" I demand, and she sighs.
"I don't know." She replies, her tone becoming thoughtful.
"He knows about your inhibitor problem now, right?" She questions, and I pause.
I told her that Alpha Aurelian now knows about my pheromone disorder, but I never told her about the report. The one-year timing. She has the wrong idea of things, and I'm not ready to fix that misunderstanding yet.
"Yes," I reply.
"He wasn't exactly pleased with it, was he?" She asks, and I think about it.
That's an understatement. But…
"He wouldn't take them," I note.
"You're sure?"
"Yes," I reply, but even as I say it, the certainty feels thinner than I'd like.
Aurelian did look… displeased about the fact that I still wore a patch yesterday.
But taking someone's medication?
