For a second, I truly believed Alexander was going to rise from the armchair and launch himself at Rex, because of his lack of respect and the galloping anger that made him clench his fists on the armrests. But he didn’t. One more proof that, although he was affected, he wouldn’t forget his status or who he was, or lose awareness of what he had to do.
He had said it: “We are not beasts, and I will not tolerate beastly behavior from anyone.” Everyone waited for his response impatiently, and finally, the “alpha” answered:
“…put that way, you’ve beaten me, Rex,” he said with a long, exhausted sigh. “All right. I give you command. Just until you get us out of this.”
The big man sighed and dismantled the hostile expression on his face.
Then I realized that Agent Aguilera had orchestrated hi
