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?

days, he’s dropped more endearments than in all the years I’ve known

with a sense of derision. The niceties now… There

and given all he’s done to me and my

don’t say any of this.

“Yes, that’s a good

I handed him

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

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

peeling

flowerbeds are overrun with

to be a wide expanse of manicured lawns is sparse

big and looming, dangerous. But I don’t feel

sharp and they’re assessing…everything.