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.

one after that. And after that.

for each year

the shelf.

tomes of classic literature, this last.

children’s book. The Giving Tree.

a hastily written letter that

this is the last note my father had ever

his deathnote to

bow. It’s mine. From when I was a baby. My mother had kept this in

hair at

over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room, slam the door and read each word my father left

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

or not, there are a couple

lls me to delay, but I have to head back downstairs to finish.

reach the bottom of the stairs, Aaron is

draw

fine,” I tell

and doesn’t ask questions.

a few other wolves I’d like