“I might have been a bit irritated when I saw how my grandfather’s legacy had been left to rot and let them know somewhat forcibly how I felt about that.”
“How forcibly?” asked Donal, a frisson of warning curling up his spine.
“I may have yelled very loudly and threatened them with exile.” Alexei turned away, obviously embarrassed at his bad behavior. “I’d never hurt any of them. They’re mine to take care of.”
“How could you possibly be angry with them? You said yourself that all maintenance was the responsibility of the Alpha of the territory. If Alpha La Farge was enough of a son of a bitch to kidnap Sean and challenge Armand, do you think these wolves could have easily confronted him with the state of their pack house?” Donal paced, angry with Alexei for the first time since he met him.