Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 61

Aaron doesn’t budge.

I can feel the tension rising between them.

I smile at my brother to try and lighten the mood.

He mumbles something. I’m not a wolf but I can smell the booze on him. It’s like a cloud of alcohol. Well, duh, dad d ied. Of course he may have gone on a bender. I’ve never had that luxury. Which is probably a good thing. I keep my emotions walled up tight. One drunken night might crack those walls and I imagine I’ll be a mess if I ever let all these bottled feelings free.

I look at Aaron, willing him to back up. He’s crowding both of us and it’s like a dog marking his territory.

I don’t want him here.

But I know if I’m not careful, I might reignite an all-out war.

“Come on, honey,” Aaron says. “You should go inside and get cleaned up. You need to rest. To eat.”

Honey? Honey?

endearments than in all the years

with a sense of derision.

how they make me feel. It’s too little too late, and given all he’s done to me and my family, there’s no resurrecting

I don’t say any of

“Yes, that’s

handed him the

okay. Let me

space before the main house-a massive Colonial with huge wh ite pillars and four

paint is peeling off the

flowerbeds are overrun with weeds.

wide expanse of manicured lawns is sparse

looming, dangerous. But I don’t feel threatened,

sharp and they’re assessing…everything.