Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

I bought flowers.

A bouquet of lilacs and lillies and a whole bu nch of other blooms that I don’t know the names of, but that are bright and cheerful. I don’t particularly like how strong they smell.

When I knocked James out and left the mansion, I found myself driving back here.

To Leah.

I’ve been wrong about a lot of things with her.

I know that.

She deserves truth, if nothing else.

And a man that needs to apologize, he shouldn’t come empty-handed.

So… flowers.

She’ll likely throw them back in my face, and rightfully so. I know she doesn’t want to see me, let alone speak to me, but there are things she doesn’t know.

About my pack.

About hers.

she means to

two security guards behind him. They’re wolves. Roberts pack, I suspect, and they don’t appear shy about

roll my shoulders.

to

from me. “We’re not doing this here. Leah’s been

“What treatments?”

have walked in like you own the place, but there are protocols and surveillance,

make problems. I just want to talk to Leah. She deserves the

“And you’ve had ten years to share it

wife.” My implication is clear, no one is going to

go up, almost like their inner wolves’ hackles are

let me say my piece, and then if Leah wants me

shakes his head.

this hard,

can see the female physician from earlier picking up a phone, probably to

I warn him. “I swear if you block me from this, I’ll do

can’t do that. I owe it to Leah to respect

me respects him for