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

but even those were relayed with a sense

too late, and given all he’s

I don’t say

“Yes, that’s

like I handed him

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

house-a massive Colonial with huge wh ite pillars and four stories of brick-I’m caught by

peeling off the shutters.

flowerbeds are overrun with weeds.

used to be a wide expanse of

me. His presence is big and looming, dangerous. But I don’t feel

eyes are sharp and