Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 63

Leah sits at the dining room table. She runs her finger along the surface and it leaves a big streak in the dust.

“I’m thinking this place might need a woman’s touch,” I say.

She arches a brow at me. “Why? Because women are meant to ‘clean houses’ and be subservient? What the h ell, Aaron!? Sexist,

much?”

Christ. That didn’t come out right. “I didn’t mean for you to clean. Or other females. Just for someone to run the place. A bu nch of males left to their own devices…” I shrug. “They might be eating raw slabs of beef and only changing their socks once a week.”

She makes a gagging sound. It ends on a bit of a laugh.

I grin.

Da mn, she’s pretty when she smiles.

up and her eyes… her eyes shine with such energy it’s like the whole meaning of life is wrapped

that,” I

at me

laugh. Your smile. The way you can make the best

She blushes.

stop in front of

She tenses.

is ticking in her throat and her

Hmmm. Interesting.

a chance and

I feel it. That spark.

Like a low-level hum

eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of blood on her face

like he ll,

“Yes, well. You never

I went wrong? Not

empty, Leah. It’s

fought for her.

Bled for her.