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.

that was before I had

can run with

stand toe-toe with them, look them in

the computer,

turning and running again, and I can’t care that he thinks it was for my own

I ask flatly before he’s more than two steps into

he looks upset, like he feels bad for all

he says, walking the rest of the way over

he would patiently instruct 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,

my hand. “I think you should come home. Back to Roberts pack lands. Where

don’t

2/2

my emotions or else my wolf will come rushing up to

don’t know where

what my responsibilities

to simply leave and manage things

now, keeping myself busy is the only way

sits back,

to the medical annex so I can give you a

so I’m assuming the cancer is gone. Or