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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catch my throat, close to my shoulder, but high enough to graze my neck.

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 and suit jacket. “Just breathe

close my eyes because I don’t want

to be of him.

Aaron.

in my heart and in

strength and will keep me calm even as the panic boils up and my body grows cold. It’s a bit of a

chill sets

sink to my knees.

at my throat, instinctively trying to stop the

blood.

so sad.

shock and

breath. The hard marble beneath my legs. The scent of woodsmoke from the fireplace. My brother’s glowing eyes as he watches me suffer.

of Aaron. My head on his chest.

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

think of summer nights and la zy mornings. Dancing in his

time he fought for

going to miss

a vicious roar. Then another.

my neck and my eyes

James!?

burns so badly and the stench of burning skin

like hel l.

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

eyes flicker. When I open them again.

Oh.

There he is.

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 steam. I hope I will get to hold him one last time. To feel his big, strong

him he’d be a father.