Chapter 19

Alpha Davis's pov Angela was my mate! This was the only thought that ran through my mind, even as I went through this hell of a meeting. Rex has been a constant bug, running through the thin thread of my sanity, leaving me in an uncontrollable frenzy. It was weird sitting around a conference table with people whose focus was solely on the matter at hand while my thoughts ran in a circle, skirting on likely methods to tame the wild redhead in the packhouse. Of course, I'd give the suggestions of Stella a trial. I only hope it yields satisfactory results because right now, my patience has started to wear off; like petals of a rose flower, I was losing my resolve at a faster pace than thread by thread. The meeting ended, and I was out as light; I needed to be somewhere other than that building. Maybe, just maybe, one peek at her lovely face would do the magic. 'Where is she?" I asked sandra as soon as I stepped foot into the packhouse. 'Define her," sandra ret