Richard's POV
"Alpha Richard," I heard Conrad sigh. That was like the fifth time in two minutes.
"What is it?" I asked him, not taking my eyes off the girl who was snipping a flower bush outside.
"I don't think you're paying attention."
"I am." I replied. "The plans for counter attack?"
"Should I have Amelia moved to the other side of the estate?"
I understood the slight annoyance in his tone. "I can handle it. Quit your yapping."
He sighed. "Whatever."
Perhaps telling Amelia to prune the bushes was too much. It was almost amusing, watching how she struggled to hold the sheers properly, cutting the excess off the bushes. She was probably fuming in anger now, huffing and rolling her eyes.
Conrad was talking about the plan to intercept Damian's men. There was no plan, at least not
