Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
I round the last stairwell and bust her
bedroom door off the hinges.
“I own you.”
She holds her ground in the middle of
her bedroom.
The walls are pink.
There is a pile of stuffed animals in a far corner. She hasn’t bothered with them in years-not even when she first came here-but she refuses to part with them.
The
ordered all those years ago when she
was presented as the ‘only option for
peace.
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There are no photos. No art.
But parts of Leah manage to invade the
space.
Hair ties are scattered on a dressing
table. And at least one or two are on
the floor. Her hair is an impossibly thick riot of curls that hang halfway down her
back. One of the ties is in her hand and
she plays with it. A nervous habit she’s
never outgrown.
Workout clothes are piled in a hamper.

The sweat on them only heightens my
passion.
Books are everywhere.
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On the bed. On the nightstand. In stacks
a dozen high on the floor.
“There is nowhere to go, Leah.”
She squares off with me.
This isn’t the first fight we’ve had.
Stubborn woman that she is, sometimes I think she provokes me just because she can, to see how far she can push.
No doubt, in her mind, seeing me lose control gives her a modicum of it.

But that will not happen again.

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Not anymore.
I grab her arms and lift her off her feet.
I don’t smell another male on her. I sure
as f*ck sniffed her while we were in the
library. If I did, I don’t want to think of
what I’d do.
To him.
To her.
I continue to hold her off the ground. She
meets my level gaze.

then yields. I pleasure her until she can’t bear it any more. Wash. And repeat. See you next week. Chapter 4 But this time… her eyes are cold. She’s aroused, yeah, I can smell it rising off 6/12 her skin and from the heat between her thighs, but she resents that. If it’s possible, today she resents me more than she ever has before. This is no game between us right now.

don’t like it. Not one bit.
But I can change too. If life has taught
me anything, it’s to adapt.
And there is no f*cking way we’re going

to the ground and gently draw her close. “W-what are you doing?” I smooth back her hair and kiss her forehead. Her eyes. Her cheeks. That too-lush mouth that invades my dreams. Instead of force…I cherish. Instead of hard and fast, I go achingly slow. I can honestly say

She sees the change in me and her whole body shudders. “Aaron, no-” I catch her lips, my tongue tracing hers with a reverence I’ve never bothered to feign. My hands hold her in place. I kiss her face, her neck. The freckle on h forehead and the one on her shoul She has two just like it behind her rig knee and another freckle on her left h I’ll get to those too. But now, I worship her

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