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.

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

believe I’m cured.

actually has some

bed trying to call on something of this

can’t compel a packmate to

use my energy to force back an object-and I know that

full-on Star Wars

Aaron do it.

can project his energy into a force that

a dozen

I can’t shift.

left wondering, for the thousandth time, what good is my

me?

if it heals me, then I suppose it is

cropped tee and head out of the

two wolves

see Marla. She waves enthusiastically. I need to warm up to her. She’s

more and then act all

they actually do.

say. “Want to grab

nods like a

be back in

three days; I need to acclimate. Hiding in

isn’t the answer.

as much as

stomach does that awful swirl again and I

It’s nerves.

the main house and breathe

but fragrant with spring. Flowers are blooming around the yard. It’s not manicured and neat the way