Amelia's POV
“Ryder…” the furrowed brows had me rephrasing at once, as it was clear that I had mentioned the wrong name. “Rogan?”
I was in a state of total confusion as I was staring at Rogan, but I was feeling the mate pull as well. I couldn't tell how I had been able to make a lucky guess of who was standing right in front of me.
There were a lot of questions popping up in my head as I was trying not to mix things up. I hated the fact that I couldn't control myself whenever the mate pull was had taken a hold over me.
In my head, I ran a couple of calculations, which left me with the conclusion that I was standing in front of Rogan, and I was still feeling the mate pull I felt with Ryder around him. Ryder had to be around somewhere.
Were the brothers trying to play tricks on me?
