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.

looks at me sharply.

smile. The way you can make the best of the worst situation

She blushes.

room and stop in front of her.

She tenses.

is ticking in her throat and her pupils

Hmmm. Interesting.

take a chance and clasp her

then I feel it. That

Like a low-level hum of electricity in

mess. Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of

he

well. You never

that where I went wrong? Not

empty, Leah. It’s actions

fought for

Bled for her.

Killed for her.