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 a wolf of

I can

them, look them in the eye, and demand the respect I

up from the computer, and I see Adam stepping into

he sedated me yesterday to stop me turning and running again, and I can’t care that he thinks

before

second, and he looks upset, like he feels bad for all that

you,” he says, walking the rest of the way over and then sitting in a spare chair positioned next to

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

over to take my hand. “I think you

don’t know where

2/2

and I have to swallow down my emotions or else my

I don’t know

I know what my responsibilities

things from afar, I am

only way I can

sits back, clearly

the medical annex so I can give you a

six months, I’m told… so I’m assuming the cancer is gone. Or I’d be