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,

It would solidify

Roberts.”

chest. “Your father destroyed

connecting

He looks murderous.

taller than my mare. Aaron pulls back on his reins so my horse can keep pace. He looks straight ahead rather than at me when he adds: “And I think your dad did it because of the children we would

I gasp.

be the true heirs to both packs. They’d embody the peace

my dad

points to

making me

halt. He leans forward to rub the stallion’s neck. “Guilt? A last

“It wasn’t.”

He growls.

I pat her flank

to get you away from me, Leah, and

preserve the peace.”

sure. He could’ve,

father could have taken the time to ask what I wanted or needed. He could’ve spared

commit suicide.

much time and energy and pain. And