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.

smiling. He pulls me into a hug. “I still can’t believe you’re

up this hug. I needed

crystal clear-they were the only thing that kept me

he tells me. “You should

Aaron

be offended, because his heart is in the right place.

for a few hours. We can

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 feathers and most people, no matter how supportive, always struggle with ‘change’ at

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

arm-in-arm as I walk off.

to my room. I hit the kitchen first. There

some kind of homemade poptart. But 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 wolves that would be up and making breakfast for the pack by this time of morning.

There are a bu nch of takeout containers and leftovers that look too old.

the back stairs up to the main landing. From here, I can go up two or three flights. I can turn left or right.

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 long time. Again, I remind myself not to judge.

grimacing. Between the main hall/den, my room, I’m a little anxious that dad’s room won’t be much better. I would think with all the money