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.

the one after that. And after

ground. One for each year

the last book on the shelf. The one set alone that grabs.

Unlike these tomes of classic literature, this

a children’s book. The

Just a hastily written letter

sure this is the last note my father had

his deathnote to me.

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

lock of hair at the

want to rush back to my room, slam the door and read each word my father left for me.

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

there are a couple

to head back downstairs to finish. out the party.

I reach the bottom of the stairs, Aaron is waiting for me.

brows draw together.

I

doesn’t ask questions.

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