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.

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

up this hug. I needed

were the only thing that kept me going in those early years-that I think seeing all the

me. “You should rest.”

how Aaron felt, being ‘dismissed’?

is in the right place. I’m a mess right now and it has been

hours. We can figure things out later

as I’m sure I’m ruffling a lot of feathers and most people, no matter

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

stand arm-in-arm as

I hit

on the stove. Di rty bowls are left on the counter. It isn’t a disaster, but there isn’t a

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

out of the kitchen I take the back stairs up to the main 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

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

is inwardly 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 I’ve been sending that they could’ve hired