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

one after that. And after that.

each year I’ve been pledged to

the shelf. The one set

these tomes of classic literature, this

a children’s book.

envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that is

this is the last note my father had ever

deathnote to me.

my hands shake as I reach for the lock of light brown hair that’s tied with a pink. bow. It’s mine. From when I was a baby. My mother had kept this in an

lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes

pull my blouse over to cover them. I want to rush back to

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

are a couple hundred wolves here.

I have to head back downstairs to finish. out

I reach the bottom of the stairs,

brows draw

I tell him.

nods and doesn’t ask

the opposite bannister. “There are a few other wolves