Alpha Oliver
Even his command has lifted a little, and I see her slowly coming back.
“Yes, mate,” he shoves down his shirt collar on the left side of his shoulder, where he bares Grace’s mark, completing their bond.
“Huh, wasn’t expecting that,” Zander mumbled.
“Look, sorry for coming up all like this, but we would really appreciate the help. Zander saw a matching mark that you have that is similar to the rogues. We need help figuring this out if you know anything,” I explain, trying to defuse the tension. The human looks like he’s one more stupid comment away from punching Zander in the face.