Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 72

“Good riddance,” Marla says.

I glance at her sharply but she doesn’t notice. She’s busy sh ooting daggers at Aaron’s back with her mascara-caked eyes.

I take a deep breath.

I’m not being nice.

I look around the hall at the other wolves that are hanging around. A couple of older males look vaguely familiar and there are two younger guys who are conversing with

my brother.

No one approaches me. There are no welcomes.

Everyone is still grieving, I remind myself. But that doesn’t make this ‘homecoming’ feel any less like ‘home’.

It’s not like there would’ve been time to clean out my room or to assemble the pack, but everything about today just feels anticlimactic, and, well, bad.

What’s worse, I don’t know what to do with myself or where to

start.

into a hug. “I still

hug.

my memories of this place are so crystal clear-they were the only thing that kept me going in those early years-that I think seeing all the differences and feeling like an

he tells me. “You should

this how Aaron felt,

to be offended, because his heart is in the right place. I’m a mess

hours. We can

want to approach this carefully, as I’m sure I’m ruffling a lot of feathers and most people, no matter how supportive, always struggle with ‘change’

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

as I walk off.

my room. I hit the kitchen first. There was a

the pans used for my bacon and eggs are still on the stove. Di rty bowls are left on the counter. It isn’t a disaster,

There are a bu nch of takeout containers and leftovers that look too old. Aside from the carton of eggs and a gallon of milk, there isn’t

landing. From here, I can go up two or three flights. I can turn left or right. On a lark I take a right, toward my father’s wing of the house.

hasn’t been cleaned in a long while. There are pawprints on the floor, and the kind of stains that come from dirt being ground in by foot traffic over a

dad’s room won’t be much better. I would think with all the money