Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 83

LEAH

It’s been another day.

I slept a lot and binged some mindless action series on Netflix. I didn’t venture out of my room because I’m not really relishing the idea of strapping a gun or knives to my body. But I’m also not comfortable moving around unarmed.

What does that say about me?

About my pack?

I still want to get into my dad’s room, but I’ve been putting that off too, in case his femme posse is still hanging out, which

is a lame reason, I know.

I don’t particularly relish confrontations. I think deep down I’m

a people pleaser, and that’s not what my new role demands of

A text comes through and I scramble to grab my phone.

I punch my security code.

exper deep

It’s not Aaron.

And this ping of disappointment I feel…I shouldn’t.

Meet me in the lab.

It’s Adam.

is it. The test results we’ve been waiting for. I’d like

believe I’m cured.

actually

awake in bed trying to call on something

a packmate to do something.

force back an

some full-on Star Wars Jedi stuff,

Aaron do it.

energy into a force that can blast a

dozen feet.

I can’t shift.

thousandth time, what good is my role as Alpha, if

me?

if it heals me, then I suppose it is one gift.

and a cropped tee and head out

pass two wolves that nod respectfully.

I need to warm up to her. She’s

and then act all standoffish when

they actually do.

say. “Want to grab lunch?”

like a

back

three days; I need to acclimate. Hiding in

isn’t the answer.

I haven’t been hiding as much as waiting for this.

swirl again and I feel nauseous.

It’s nerves.

out of the main house and breathe deep.

but fragrant with spring. Flowers are blooming around the yard. It’s not manicured and neat the way Aaron’s house is. The grass is at least a foot tall.