Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 173

I shower, dress and eat the food Adam brought up for me, even though I don’t have much of an appetite.

I think about shifting and running again.

It’s easier to be in wolf form and not have to feel all these confusing, upsetting things all the time. Not have to worry about the packs or the businesses or if this is how the rest of my life is going to look…alone in a pack full of other wolves.

But shifting and running can’t be the answer every time I feel down.

I need to find other ways to cope, and hope that with time, things will get easier, because this is going to be my life now.

I have all these responsibilities, and I can’t see how Aaron and I will ever get past the ways we’ve wronged and hurt each other.

Sure, it seems like we’re going to work together temporarily to find out what happened to the Al weapons system, but after that, we might not ever have a reason to speak with each other again apart from basic formalities to do with the pack and corporations.

Being mated has only pushed Aaron further away from me, instead of bringing us together like it should have.

But it’s fine, I tell myself.

anything to do with me, I can’t

walk down the stairs, and I determinedly

work to

don’t have time to sit around and cry

says from across the foyer

stands, buttoning his stylish jacket, a friendly smile on his

you to

here,” Tobin returns, his pale eyes intelligent and assessing. “Everyone knows Aaron hasn’t been staying on Rathborn packlands for months. And please, let’s dispense with

again. “If you’d like to come through to the sitting room, I can have some refreshments

a gracious host,” Tobin compliments with a smile that I’m not sure

like he’s entitled to, which made me think he had some kind of agreement with Liam, but I also know he’s been friends with Aaron since before I even came to the

and I’m not sure what to think of the attention he

sense how wild he is, how close to the surface

seated and he’s got a whiskey, neat, in a crystal tumbler, I muster a smile. “Breakfast of champions,” I

barely cracks a

you?” I ask, striving to keep my tone