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

the one after that.

each

shelf. The one set alone that grabs.

these tomes of classic literature, this last.

children’s book. The

Just a hastily written letter that is

last note

deathnote

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

of hair at the bottom of the

blouse over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room, slam the door and

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

it or not, there are a couple hundred

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

bottom of the stairs, Aaron is waiting

draw

I

doesn’t ask

bannister. “There are a few other wolves I’d like to