Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 113

“I’ve been thinking about your father’s motives for severing your wolf,” Aaron tells mé.

We’re on horses, riding out on the back stretch of his property.

There are miles of fields and endless trails through the

backcountry.

I wanted to go back to Pack Roberts this morning.

Aaron convinced me to go for a ride before he dr ove me back.

I was too tired to argue.

So I drank a big glass of orange juice. Ate the omelet chef made for me and mounted up on this docile mare named Daisy. I’ve ridden her a few times in the past, although rides for ‘fun’ weren’t common. I’d occasionally get tasked to run the fenceline or do a perimeter patrol, but more often than not, I was left inside the mansion to read or study or research

investment opportunities.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll bite. Why did my dad do it?”

“Because of me.”

I chew on that for a second. It tracks. “Because as a wolf,

could mate me fully. It would solidify your claim to

Roberts.”

He rubs his chest. “Your father

you connecting with

He looks murderous.

keep pace. He looks straight ahead rather than at me when he adds: “And I think your dad did it

I gasp.

kids would be the true heirs to both packs. They’d

dad

points to

bother making me his

“Guilt? A last f**k-you to

“It wasn’t.”

He growls.

horse sidesteps, and I pat her

to get you away from

preserve the peace.”

I’m not so sure. He could’ve,

father could have taken the time to ask what I wanted or needed.

commit suicide.

and pain. And