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 needed

a long time. And 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 outsider has only compounded the

me. “You should rest.”

this how Aaron felt,

the right place. I’m

Sleep for a few hours. We can

I’m sure I’m ruffling a lot of feathers and

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

stand arm-in-arm as I

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

apples for me and make 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

containers and leftovers that look too old. Aside from the carton of eggs and a gallon of milk, there isn’t much

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

looks like it 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

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