Impressed once again (I was actually getting tired of how surprising he was), I think I stayed blinking for a while until I managed to articulate something. My coffee was getting cold, but I didn’t care much anymore.
“Let me guess: all those people you’ve been calling, they’re ‘your group,’ right? Something like your ‘pack.’ You’re their ‘alpha.’”
Alexander sighed heavily and scratched the back of his neck a little before answering, with a growl:
“If that helps you understand it, then sure.”
“You were eight years away from them, they thought you were dead, and they still obey you?”
He looked at me as if he didn’t understand the question and frowned even more. I suppose something about what I said offended him, because he replied:
“Bonds are strong,” he began, firmly. “All of them are
