Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 10

“I thought you left.”

He stands by the door, watching me as I’ve been working from my phone, where I’ve been alternating between reading the financial reports he left queued on his computer, and

transferring the money.

“I hope you didn’t do something you’ll regret,” he says.

Like handing over millions of dollars that my husband likely considers ‘ours’ to my father-his enemy?

“No. Of course not,” I say easily.

He snorts.

I point to two companies whose shares we’ve both been following for a while. “You marked these to offload. Is there something wrong with the financial projections?”

He nods. “Both companies are about to go belly up.”

Oh no. I bought ten thousand shares of each on behalf of my father’s pack last month. I don’t exactly hide that I make those investments, but technically it’s all managed by my father, I

just pass along information from my research or that Aaron

shares with me.

He smirks. Then he comes back into the room, tilts up my chin with his big hand and kisses me. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

I’m pretty sure my mouth is still hanging open as he leaves.

Those two words…

To hear him say them, to apologize.

Aaron doesn’t ‘do’ apologies.

And just moments ago he was smirking. What exactly is he apologizing for, I wonder. Not that it matters. It’s enough that he gave me the words. Finally.

I sink back into the chair. Shocked. Elated.

Feeling those broken bits of my heart coming back together

again.

moments.

heated embraces and possessive glances. The way he holds me at night, or does something unexpectedly

man with a single look, with

of my body.

touch my mouth.

cold and controlled

glimpses of

what give me hope.

is more to our relationship.

dangerous for a dying girl

*

*

AARON

wait in the

can hear Leah’s shuttered breaths.

her, as I’ve

break her is not

strong for

heart is big and open and her trusting nature…now that is a prime

intention of keeping her where she

belongs.

4/7

Here.

distance surround us, I swear I can feel her joy, like some

transferred. I’ve never micromanaged her finances before, because

clothes or expensive jewelry. She sends money

funds she had from her dowry

manage them as she

a pittance of money when she was pledged to me.

over.

dime of my wife’s. But from the moment she went ‘missing’

her whereabouts with her cell and

her accounts. From coins for a game on her iphone to Amazon orders

are subscriptions for

items and necessities. But that

to her dad…