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

after that. And

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

it’s the last book on the shelf. The one

these tomes of classic literature, this last.

a children’s book.

envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that

pretty sure this is the last note my father

his deathnote

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

hair at the bottom of the envelopes that

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 the minute I open one of

it or not, there are a

but I have to head back downstairs

reach the bottom of the stairs,

brows draw

fine,” I tell him.

doesn’t ask

are a few other wolves I’d like to introduce you to,” he says.