Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 88

AARON

“Then get off your as s, quit hiding like a scared little girl, and fight them yourself.”

Leah’s chest heaves. She’s angry and she should be. She’s

been fighting me for most of her life, why the he ll would she

start feeling sorry for herself now?

If anything, she should be elated to be back with her ‘family’

“Hey,” I catch her hand before she can storm off. That spark is there, as strong as ever. “Take a second. I didn’t come here to

argue with you.”

“You sure about that?”

“Tell me what you need.”

Her eyes search mine like she wants to say something.

I use the grip on her hand to pull her closer, but she pushes against my chest, blocking me from holding her. “Just tell me the protocol, Aaron. It’s been a bit of a slow transition here and I’ll be honest, I haven’t made a great mark to start. What

would you do in my shoes?” she asks candidly.

“Show your strength, Leah. You’re smart. Show your resilience. What does this pack need, how can you provide it? Be

supportive and invite the pack-every member-to contact you directly. I know there’s risk with that-”

what your welcome package was

and knives? “Yeah. Mostly. Speaking of…you’re

I saw you and I

pleases

appreciate the support and that you’d come

they had a choice. But several of my guys nod or take a

Benny, says: “It’s an honor

coronation, Alpha Leah.”

She smiles brightly.

is, that burst of light and

this woman. I’ve missed it. Missed her.

and four of my guys move to take point. “If you can get the main hall restored to order,

its almost calf-high grass. “We

she says

these ceremonies would typically involve shifting. Leah can’t do that. So we don’t want to

again and squeeze it. “This is your

nods. “You’ll

I’m here.”

then. I think just cleaning out the frat house vibes will make the space more welcoming overall.

and families.”

there. If we need something, don’t waste time asking. Just take the initiative to get it.”

file past and into the

her arms. “Cold?”

but I see the gooseflesh rising on her skin. I briskly rub her arms. It’s meant to be

my di

been hard since she answered

a miracle to stop me from dragging her into the nearest room, closet

fantasies about that stu pid twin

expression just now…something’s