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.

me into a hug. “I still can’t

up this hug.

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

tells me. “You

Aaron felt, being

in the right place. I’m

Sleep for a few hours. We can figure things out later tonight.”

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

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

stand arm-in-arm as I walk

my room. I hit the kitchen

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

look too old. Aside from the carton of eggs and

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 father’s

the floor, and the kind of stains that come from dirt being ground

that dad’s room won’t be much better. I would