Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 210

Later that day, I’ve just started my snooping mission when

Adam comes to find me in the office. If he thinks it’s weird I’m

sitting at Aaron’s desk and using Aaron’s computer, he doesn’t say anything.

“I should have guessed you’d go right back to working after being in a car accident and almost getting kidnapped last night,” Adam says, and his smile somehow manages to be both affectionate and admonishing.

“The packs and businesses aren’t going to run themselves,” I

tell him.

I’m impatient to discover whatever I can about Aaron’s activities the past few months, and am not really in the mood to make small talk with Adam.

“Is there something you need?”I ask him, not bothering to hide. the hint of impatience in my voice.

Annoyance crosses Adam’s face, but he quickly covers it with a

smile.

“Again, you were in a car accident last night. I’d like you to come to the medical annex for a checkup.”

Adam’s preoccupation with my health almost borders on

obsessive.

But he is also my oldest friend, and a few short months ago, I was dying from cancer.

Plus, I think maybe I can use the time to subtly question him about Aaron and what he was up to while I was in a coma.

I don’t expect Adam to know much-he’s Roberts pack, not Rathborn pack, and its not like he’s one of Aaron’s top guys.

But maybe he saw or heard something that can point me in a direction of where to look for further information.

him, and I can see he’s surprised I agreed so

ever been

snappy,” I continue, covering up my too-easy agreement.

with a smile that doesn’t quite reach

him out of the mansion and across

medical annex.

takes me to his office instead of one of

triage rooms like usual.

with questions as he takes my vitals, stopping every now and then to enter information into my medical file where he has it displayed on his

hedge questions about Aaron and what was going on with the packs all those months while I was in a coma,

as I’m pondering how to come at him from another

commotion our in

before jumping up and hurrying out, leaving his office door open. I lean over in my chair to see where a couple of wolves are laying

and whisks

sight.

I sit there, thoughts wondering, and then

but I’m suddenly intensely curious to know what my medical file says about

like to see when Adam realized my cancer was healed, and even though my heart spasms at the thought, I suddenly need to know when and

slide over to Adam’s desk chair and start clicking

notes on

been remotely tracking my health for years, long before I got cancer and came back into the fold

the pace as more

wrong. At some stage when he was treating me, Adam injected me with

what the hell has been

scroll further, and start finding entries about my

apparently successful pregnancy, despite

a coma.

as the

of the attack, or soon after, but according

had a

suddenly feel like I’m wading