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.

equal parts dread and anticipation. This is it. The test results we’ve been

believe I’m cured.

power actually has some meaning.

to call on something of this “alpha” lineage, I

packmate to do something.

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

Star Wars Jedi stuff, but

Aaron do it.

his energy into a force that can blast a man

a dozen feet.

I can’t shift.

wondering, for the thousandth time, what good is my role as Alpha, if none of the powers actually manifest

me?

if it heals me, then I suppose it

cropped tee and

wolves that nod respectfully.

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

me more and then act

they actually do.

“Want to

a

back in a

I need to acclimate. Hiding in

isn’t the answer.

haven’t been hiding as much

awful swirl

It’s nerves.

main house and breathe

cool 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. But everything