Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 149

AARON

Death is near.

Liam swipes at my side and I punch him in the temple. The shot se nds him reeling and the satisfying crack as my fist fractures the bone is music to my ears. I keep swinging, punching and jabbing, with every bit of my Alpha strength

behind each bl ow.

My wolf wants out.

And he would make quick work of this traitor. But I won’t let it end so quickly.

I want Liam to suffer.

To bleed and ache and to feel every bl ow because death is too easy a punishment for

what he has done here tonight.

“Aaron!!!”

It’s James.

He’s on the floor across the room. I see a tangle of hair.

James is holding Leah’s neck. She’s not moving. There’s blood everywhere. Two of my men surround her. One holds her legs down and the other applies pressure to her wound.

“It’s done,” Liam taunts me. “Blood drips from his face. Bruises swell his eye sh ut and his jaw is a bright shade of blue. His muscles morph as his body starts to shift. I let him. Then when he lunges for me, I catch his jaw and drive it up. I let my left hand shift. I eviscerate Liam in three quick slices and then leave him to catch his own entrails. He’s gasping and sputtering, trying to heal as a wolf and shift back to a man.

But that’s not happening. Leah fired off at least four rounds

into him. Between those shots and the damage I’ve done…

me!” I yell.

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can tear him limb from limb or

care.

room and drop to

They’re glassy with tears that leak

nothing to be sorry for.”

you… baby.”

hand goes to her stomach. I wanted a family. A little girl with her smile. A boy with her eyes. A kid that would grow up to be as strong and true as she is to

her, counting each breath as it leaves her body, each beat of her heart that

time is limited.

life-is

Leah! I love you, godda mnit, don’t

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there. Her

I drag her against my chest and hold her.

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me, Leah,” I

when she passes from this life into…wherever… she’ll be tearing my heart right

should’ve married