Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 63

Leah sits at the dining room table. She runs her finger along the surface and it leaves a big streak in the dust.

“I’m thinking this place might need a woman’s touch,” I say.

She arches a brow at me. “Why? Because women are meant to ‘clean houses’ and be subservient? What the h ell, Aaron!? Sexist,

much?”

Christ. That didn’t come out right. “I didn’t mean for you to clean. Or other females. Just for someone to run the place. A bu nch of males left to their own devices…” I shrug. “They might be eating raw slabs of beef and only changing their socks once a week.”

She makes a gagging sound. It ends on a bit of a laugh.

I grin.

Da mn, she’s pretty when she smiles.

Her whole face lights up and her eyes… her eyes shine with such energy it’s like the whole meaning of life is wrapped up in that sparkling glint.

“I’m gonna miss that,” I whisper.

me

best of the worst situation and find

She blushes.

cross the room and stop in front

She tenses.

pulse is ticking in her throat and

Hmmm. Interesting.

a chance and clasp her hand.

I feel it. That spark.

there. Like a low-level hum

big and wide with shadows beneath them.

he

“Yes, well. You never were

where I went wrong? Not giving her

empty, Leah. It’s actions that

I’ve fought

Bled for her.

Killed for her.