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.

pulls me into a hug.

this hug. I needed one.

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

me. “You should

Aaron felt,

try not to be offended, because his heart is in the right place. I’m a mess right now

a few hours. We can figure

really sure this is the best idea, but I also want to approach this carefully, as I’m sure I’m ruffling a lot of

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

arm-in-arm as I

my room. I hit

the kitchen is empty and 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, but there isn’t a spread of food laid out or the team of

and leftovers that look too old. Aside from the carton of eggs and a gallon of

here, I can go up two or three flights. I can turn left or right. On a lark I take a right,

floor, and the kind of stains that come from dirt being ground in by foot traffic over a long time. Again, I remind myself not to judge. Life is messy, people are what matter, not how meticulous a house

room won’t be much better. I would think with all the money I’ve been sending that they could’ve hired a housekeeper?