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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and slams into me. His teeth catch my throat, close to

face. My blood is splattered on his chin. A splash of it stains his pristine shirt and suit jacket. “Just

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

be of

Aaron.

and in my

up and my body grows cold. It’s a bit of a

chill sets in.

sink to my knees.

hands are at my throat, instinctively trying to stop the bleeding. But

blood.

sad. And

body shakes with shock and

around me comes into crystalline detail as the world slows to each breath. The hard marble beneath my legs. The scent of woodsmoke from the fireplace. My brother’s glowing eyes as he watches me suffer. I close my

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

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

nights and la zy mornings.

time he fought for me.

going to miss him. So

a vicious roar.

my neck and my eyes fly open.

James!?

wound. It burns so badly and the stench of burning skin

like

hand over it. A breath hisses from his lips. “Stay

my eyes flicker. When I open them again.

Oh.

There he is.

detail like my phone or James, or calling his security team, but my thoughts wonder and trickle like water in a steam.

him he’d be a father.