Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 62

AARON

Holy shi t. I just walked into a frat house.

That’s my first impression of Pack Roberts’ main hall.

There are pool tables and flat screen tv’s. Bars with cases of alcohol stacked haphazardly. At least a dozen empty kegs are lined like silver building blocks along one wall.

Couches have cigarette burns and look old, the leather faded and cracking.

I stare into the far right corner. Thinking I must be wrong about what I see.

But. Nope. It’s right there…

A stripper pole.

Naturally.

And the whole room bears an unforgettable stench.

stale beer. Smoke. S*x.

place is a hot mess.

at

is contorted with a measure of shock and then she snaps her mo uth sh ut

one too many times before.

beside her. I address Liam: “I imagine

nods. “You have

this trashed room.

unlike Leah, I can sense deeper.

not a one-night bender that tarnished this space. It’s years of

the first time, I think maybe it was some small miracle that Leah came to live with me. I can’t imagine her fate had she grown up amid

way,”

out his arm for Leah

stay next

me a di

sed. I get

her. And she’s got to know that even though she is the new Alpha, she’s a

are three pretty

the house. He opens two heavy oak doors, sliding them apart. He moves across the room to sweep aside the heavy curtains. Light streams in, making all the dust shine