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.

is a hot mess.

at

is open and she’s openly staring. Her pretty face is contorted with a measure of shock and then she snaps her mo uth sh ut and forces her face into a pleasant expression. The shock and revulsion

one too many times before.

address Liam: “I imagine this

nods. “You have no

room. She

I

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

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

this way,” Liam says.

arm for Leah

next to her.

casts me a di

She’s pis sed. I get

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

pretty major strikes.

leads us into the west wing of the house. He opens two heavy oak doors, sliding them apart. He moves across the room to sweep aside the heavy curtains. Light streams