Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 101

I debate carrying the books back to my room. Given that I broke the door handle, there isn’t a way for me to close and lock it for privacy. Not that a locked door is all that much of a deterrent. A wolf could easily break one down-as Aaron has done on more than one occasion-and if I could break in….

Yeah, the locked door probably isn’t stopping anybody.

My best bet is to grab whatever information is available and

then return to my room or to have Adam transfer the security.

information to the lab to me.

I make a mental note to require him to do just that.

As Alpha, there shouldn’t be a single inch of territory on these

lands that is denied to me.

I grab the first book and flip through the pages. It’s Hemingway. And one of my father’s favorites. I hold the book. by each cover and fan the pages upside down. An envelope drops out.

Happy 13th Birthday Leah.

It’s the same with the next book, a collection of poems by Walt

Whitmann.

14th Birthday Leah.

after that. And after

One for each year I’ve been

book on the shelf. The one set

of classic literature, this

children’s book. The Giving Tree.

envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that is

pretty sure this is the last note

his deathnote

with a pink. bow. It’s mine. From when I was a baby. My mother had kept this in an old photo album with handprints and footprints and

soft lock of hair at the

into the waistband of my pants and pull my blouse over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room, slam the door and read each word my father left for me.

are I’ll be bawling my eyes out the minute I open

like it or not, there are a couple hundred wolves

I have to head back downstairs to finish. out the

I reach the bottom of the stairs, Aaron is waiting for me.

brows draw

I

nods and doesn’t

is leaning against the opposite bannister. “There are a few other wolves I’d like to introduce you