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

connecting with

He looks murderous.

a good three hands 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

I gasp.

kids would be the true heirs

my dad never wanted

All evidence points to

bother making me his

He leans forward to rub the stallion’s neck. “Guilt? A last f**k-you to me, maybe? Your father never

“It wasn’t.”

He growls.

horse sidesteps, and I pat her flank

way to get you away from me, Leah,

preserve the peace.”

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

what I wanted or needed. He could’ve

commit suicide.

much time and energy and pain. And it’s all