Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 94

I manage to extricate myself from Aaron. It’s no small feat.

The man is an Alpha in every sense of the word, and his

personality is its own force of nature that calls to me.

He’d brought my left hand to his lips at one point, all under the polite guise of thanking me for the dance. But then he rubbed his thumb over my ring finger. It was a pointed reminder that I didn’t have either of my rings on.

But really.

We weren’t together anymore.

The way he acted like we still were or like it was some foregone conclusion that we would be again… his absolute confidence, it has me doubting things.

I ha te that I’m so fickle.

I have a knife in the pocket of my pantsuit. Another strapped to my ankle.

Despite that this is a welcome ceremony. That I am the Alpha

of this pack. I look at each packmate in attendance here and

evaluate each of them as a viable threat to me.

I’m a lamb amongst wolves in every sense of the comparison. When I coughed a few times, it had some of the wolves looking at me askance. There will come a time when they will

know. When I won’t be able to hide my si ckness any longer.

And what then?

I’d be wise to have a succession plan in place.

It’s the dark-haired woman from my

like an inch taller than me,”

gown that somehow manages to look stunning and effortless. Not overdressed, but

classy.

catch your name,” I tell

from that menage was older than me in school by a few

Deanna.

“Selene.”

had some of the wolves looking at me askance. There will come a time when they will

And what then?

have a succession plan in

shorty?” It’s the dark-haired woman from my father’s

like an inch taller than me,” I say.

somehow manages to look stunning and effortless.

classy.

name,” I

uh, busy. One of

me in school by a few years,

Deanna.

When I coughed a few times, it had

when they will know. When I

And what then?

be wise to have a succession plan in place.

shorty?” It’s the dark-haired woman from my father’s bedroom.

an inch taller than me,”

floor-length gown that

stunning and effortless. Not overdressed, but

classy.