Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 133

AARON

Leah looks like a go dda mn sacrificial

offering.

And it’s a miracle we made it out of that

suite without me dragging her to the

nearest horizontal surface.

She has no makeup on, at least not that I can tell. But her lips are painted bright

red.

It keeps me staring at her mou th and thinking about all the things I want to do

to it.

The whi te dress is long and almost demure. Until she moves or leans to

the side, then I get a glimpse of all that toned, tan thigh. And don’t even get me started on the top half.

Did she always look this?

My memories of Leah are vivid and I’ve known her body for years, but lately everything seems heightened. It’s like

we’ve been together in color and all of a sudden everything’s high def.

Her body is sexier, that’s for sure.

Or maybe that’s just my obsession with

her.

need to

an Alpha of my

this

should be a

to an end.

embodiment of the peace between

find myself wanting her, longing for her when

when there are

need

I step out

to help her out.

so small and

Next to

breakable. Yet she can

my passions.

from the

sh it, it’s ingrained in my

whisper of her fingers over her flesh. Each throaty little

nipples tightened up just

was staring

I’m hard again.

Da mn it.

myself and guide her into

restaurant.

really taking this first

seriously,” she mutters.

from the start. I

now.

TA

I didn’t appreciate her

was just

V

tell her. I tip the maitre de a couple hundred and he leads us to a private part of