Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 9

“Leah!”

The roar echoes through the house.

Aaron is home.

And he is in a bad mood.

“I have to go, Adam. I’ll call you soon.”

“Wait! There’s something-”

I click off the phone and shove it into the back pocket of my

jeans.

Then I run down the stairs-it’s way easier going down than

up-and follow his hollering to the study.

Aaron is at his computer. He motions for me to sit beside him.

I hold my breath.

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And even that feels like an insult. That I should crave this man, that 1 should want to mate and celebrate life, even as my body is eroding on the inside and edging toward death.

it is my imminent death that

hard.

all the time? And where the

had me locked up to the point of starvation and I wouldn’t tell him. I cast him a

tell him now?

very

isn’t locking me away or

other awful tactic.

dad called the main packhouse,” he

missed calls from him.” When I was imprisoned my phone died and I wasn’t able to

sure you call him today.”

strides back to his computer. He has several spreadsheets up for stocks he’s been