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.

is a

at Leah.

openly staring. Her pretty face is contorted with a measure of shock and then she snaps her mo uth

one too many times

I address

nods. “You have no idea.”

room. She has

unlike Leah, I can sense

are layered. It’s not a one-night bender that tarnished

for 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

this way,” Liam

for Leah to precede him.

next

casts me a di

fine. She’s pis sed. I get it.

can’t think that I’m just going to abandon her. And she’s got to know that even though she is the new

three pretty major strikes.

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 like sparkles in