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,

fully. It would solidify

Roberts.”

his chest.

you connecting with your

He looks murderous.

can keep pace. He looks

I gasp.

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

my dad never

points to the

bother making me

to a halt. He leans forward to rub the stallion’s neck. “Guilt? A last f**k-you to me,

“It wasn’t.”

He growls.

I pat

way to get you

preserve the peace.”

not so sure. He could’ve, you know, talked

ask what I wanted or needed. He

commit suicide.

energy and pain. And it’s all for