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?

he’s dropped more endearments than

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

little too late, and given all he’s done to me and

I don’t say any of

smile sweetly. “Yes, that’s a good

handed him the sun.

between us, his brow creasing. “Uh, okay. Let

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

paint is peeling off the shutters.

flowerbeds are overrun with

a wide expanse of manicured lawns is sparse

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

dark eyes are sharp and they’re