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

that. And after

for each

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

these tomes of classic

is a children’s book. The Giving

Just a hastily written letter that is folded haphazardly.

last note my father

deathnote

of the folded paper and 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

soft lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes that I

cover them. I want to rush back to my room,

most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll be bawling

like it or not, there are a couple hundred

have to head back downstairs to finish.

bottom of the stairs,

brows draw together.

fine,” I tell him.

doesn’t ask questions.

opposite bannister. “There are a few