Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 230

AARON

The slaug hter I find at the cabin is worse than the carnage I left behind at the factory where we fought Tobin and his men.

All of the guys I left behind to protect the property are dead.

Every single one of them.

Starting with the guys manning the gate and outer perimeter, all the way up the mountain to the cabin itself.

I can’t even imagine the number of wolves it must have taken to overwhelm and defeat my most highly-trained men.

My heart feels like it’s being slowly torn out of my chest as I desperately run into the cabin, only to find more of the same.

My dead men, and their last line of defense.

Worse, Lillian wasn’t spared.

I know in my heart she would have done everything to protect Ethan right up to her last dying breath.

I st agger a little as I walk through the cabin

I don’t know if I can bring myself to walk into Ethan’s nursery.

I see

my infant son in his crib,

broken, and nothing in the world will be able to pull me back

my legs to carry me the rest of the way until I’m

as if the tide of violence didn’t quite reach this

sign of blood or other

start noticing a

bag, car capsule, teddies, a blanket that’s usually on the rocking chair and a number of other items are

of the cabin, forcing myself to ignore the carnage

milk are made up for the day, Labeled and still stored in the fridge, some of his spare bottles and the tin of baby formula are gone,

relief is so acute, I have to drop to my knees

they also took a whole bunch of

but at least now I know he’s not dead, and

to get him back as soon as

should have told her sooner, I regret that I

none of this would’ve happened if I’d told

have used Ethan as bait today at the factory instead of my mate, and my

Tobin somehow had something to do with Ethan’s abduction. That he thought I would be dead by now, and had organized to

But to what end?

have instructed his men to

to start, and I vow I’m going to rip apart every possible location from foundations to ceilings until I’ve found my son, or someone tells me where he

no matter how worried

I have to appeal to them-even hand myself over for crimes I didn’t commit-and it helps me find