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.

Birthday Leah.

that.

the ground. One for each year I’ve been pledged to Aaron

last book on the shelf. The one set alone

attention. Unlike these tomes of classic literature,

children’s book. The Giving

hastily written

last

deathnote to

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 a

and the soft lock of hair at the bottom

them into the waistband of my pants and pull my blouse over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room,

and I’m not the most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll be bawling my eyes out

it or not, there are a couple hundred wolves

lls me to delay, but I have to head

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

brows draw

I

doesn’t ask questions.

against the opposite bannister. “There are a few other wolves