Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 159

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.

I am still his wife, no matter how many times I told him I want a divorce.

But three packs?

It’s nearly as unheard of as a single Alpha absorbing the power of three Alphas.

I start reading then, more and more information unfolding in front of me.

Aaron has left the day to day running of each pack to me. He really has been doing the bare minimum remotely for the past few months, and since I know Aaron likes to keep busy-thrives on it, actually-I wonder what he’s been doing with all his time.

He’s left instructions for me to take up the reins of fully running both Roberts Corp and his own businesses, and I see that in the time I was in the coma, he has seen through my vision to turn the Roberts Corp building into apartments and has made the business profitable again.

What I can’t find any mention of, and the one thing I really need to know about, was the billion-dollar Al weapons system my

brother had been developing in secret.

It’s going to take me at least a day to go through all of these documents properly, probably weeks of working and visiting in person to bring myself up to speed with where the business and packs are at. And on top of all that, I might also be facing the problem that people won’t easily accept my leadership in Aaron’s absence.

After all, how many years have I been Luna of the Rathborn pack, and they’ve barely tolerated me, let alone respected me enough to listen to anything I had to say.

before I had

can

toe-toe with them, look them in the eye, and demand

bring my attention up from the computer,

soon as I see him, I realize he sedated me yesterday to stop me turning

flatly before he’s more than two

looks upset,

can understand why you’re upset, Leah, with me and everything that’s happened to you,” he says, walking

me on business strategy or stock dealings. That side of him had always confused me-so different to his cold indifference or callous disregard, even different again to when he took me to his bed and worshiped my body until I fell apart again and again-and I used to long for more of it, always trying to come up with excuses for

take my hand. “I think you should come home. Back to

away. “I don’t know where

2/2

to swallow down my emotions or else my wolf will come rushing up

I don’t know where

know what

decided it would be easier to simply leave and manage things from afar, I am determined to stay and do the work that

the only way I can see

back,

least come down to the medical annex

I’m assuming the cancer is gone. Or I’d