ALPHA CORVIN
I could not concentrate on pack business when my mind kept circling back to Amaris standing in that hallway, to the way she had challenged me, to the defiance in her eyes when she refused artificial insemination.
The rage that had been building since I left her standing there in front of that bathroom finally reached its breaking point.
I swept all the papers off my desk in one violent motion, sending them flying across the room in a scatter of white against dark wood. The sound was satisfying in its destruction.
"Why does she have to be this stubborn?" I cursed out loud to the empty room. "Why can she not just bend to what needs to happen?"
My chest heaved with the force of my anger and frustration.
I grabbed my phone and called Beta Marco, my thumb pressing harder than necessary against his contact information.
He answered on the first ring. "Yes Alpha?"
"Come to my office," I stated and ended the call before he could respond or ask questions.
