Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 69

AARON

Leah’s room looks like it’s been ransacked. Clothes are strewn across the floor and bed. The closet is open and hangers are at twisted angles. Books are everywhere. And boxes. There are cardboard boxes piled in row after row, almost from the floor to the ceiling.

I rock back on my heels.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say or think about this.

I glance at Leah.

Her lower lip trembles.

Oh for f**k’s sake.

She survived an attack by a ruthless Alpha hellbent on killing her to claim her lineage. She’s put up with me for years. And now, because her ol’ man and her di pshit brother let her room go to h ell, now…she’s going to start crying?!

I drag her to me.

as to hurt her,

strength to calm her.

about the thousandth time…I wish she had her wolf.

to these touches and sensory cues. Our wolves are simpler. Touch, scent, s*x. My closeness would calm her. Reassure her. Solidify our

she has no wolf.

commune

understand what she means to

can let me go,” she grumbles. “You’re

tuck her on the chin so I can

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beneath them and then shows me her hands. “It’s good. I’m fine.

but if

At least temporarily.

main hall was messier than this,” I tell her. “Don’t take it personally. Your

and I’ll take it. Better