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.

beer. Smoke. S*x.

place is a hot mess.

at Leah.

measure of shock and then she snaps her mo uth sh ut and forces her face into a pleasant expression. The shock and revulsion are hidden behind her ‘nice’

that expression one too many times before.

move until I stand beside her. I address Liam: “I imagine

have no

room. She has an idea.

unlike Leah, I can

a one-night bender that tarnished this space. It’s years of

Leah came to live with me. I can’t

way,”

out his arm for

stay next to her.

me a

pis sed. I

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

pretty

of the house. He opens two heavy oak doors, sliding them apart. He moves across the room to