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.

after that. And

each

book on the shelf. The one

Unlike these tomes of classic

children’s book. The

hastily

this is the last note my father had ever

deathnote to me.

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 old photo album with handprints and footprints and a slew of pictures taken of me up

and the soft lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes that I gather up.

them 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

of individuals. Chances are I’ll be bawling my eyes out the

like it or not, there are a couple

have to head back downstairs to finish. out

I reach the bottom of the stairs, Aaron

draw

fine,” I

doesn’t

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