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.

to do with

walk down the stairs, and I determinedly shake

have work

don’t have time to sit around and cry about things

voice says from across the foyer as I reach the

jacket, a friendly

“What brings you to Rathbom pack lands? If you’re here to

pale eyes intelligent and assessing. “Everyone knows Aaron hasn’t been staying on Rathborn packlands for months. And please, let’s dispense with the formalities. Call me

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

gracious host,” Tobin compliments with a smile

me that night Brian Leithrow tried to ki ll me. And he’s wandered on and off Roberts packlands like he’s entitled to, which made me think he

not sure what to think

how wild he is, how close to the surface of his humanity his wolf

a whiskey, neat, in a crystal tumbler, I muster a smile. “Breakfast of champions,” I

cracks a

for you?” I ask, striving to keep my tone pleasant and not