Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 148

I don’t move. I don’t think I breathe.

My body and mind detach in some way because I’m too much

in shock to process what Liam’s saying.

“I kil led dad,” he tells me, plain as day.

“No. Nooo.”

“He was going to bargain with that ba stard you married for

your sake and his. Instead of standing strong and fighting. I

had it all figured out. I had a loan lined up to float us until the

military contract was completed. The company was fine! If he’d just waited…. If he’d just trusted me…”

“Liam,” I swallow past the lump in my throat.

There’s roaring in the distance. The thunder of many men and

beasts.

“I’ll keep my promise, Leah. And make it quick.”

It’s the only warning I receive.

Liam lunges, maw wide and teeth sharpening. I fire off rounds. There are fifteen in this mag, and the kick je rks up my

arm with each shot.

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throat, close to my shoulder, but high enough to graze my

pulls the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket and wipes his face. My blood is splattered on his chin. A splash of it stains his pristine shirt

close my eyes because I don’t want my last images

be of

Aaron.

in my heart and in my mind.

the panic boils up and my body grows cold. It’s a bit of a surprise

chill sets in.

sink to my

instinctively trying to stop the bleeding. But my hands

blood.

so sad. And

shakes with shock and with the knowledge that

comes into crystalline detail as the world slows to each breath. The hard marble beneath my legs. The scent of woodsmoke

of Aaron. My head on his chest. His arms around me.

feeling the pulse of my blood as I bleed out, I imagine it’s

of summer nights and la

and every time he fought

to miss him. So much.

a vicious roar. Then another.

neck and my eyes fly open.

James!?

It burns so badly and the stench of burning

like

still burning when he slaps his hand over it. A breath hisses from his lips. “Stay

eyes flicker. When I

Oh.

There he is.

know how he knew to come and I’m sure it’s some simple detail like my phone or James, or calling his security team, but my thoughts wonder and trickle like water in a

him he’d be a father.