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

the occasional “princess” but even those were relayed with a sense of derision. The niceties now… There is no cause

too little too late, and given

don’t say any of

“Yes, that’s a

handed him the

us, his brow creasing. “Uh, okay. Let me show you up to your

we cross the wide open space before the main house-a massive Colonial with huge wh

is peeling off the

overrun with

wide expanse of manicured lawns

and looming, dangerous. But I don’t

sharp and