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.

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

that,”

me sharply. “What?”

The way you can make the best of

She blushes.

stop in front of her.

She tenses.

is ticking in her throat and her

Hmmm. Interesting.

a chance and clasp her

feel it. That spark.

there. Like a low-level hum

at this woman. Her hair is a tangled mess. Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of blood on her face and neck and

look like he ll,

snorts. “Yes, well. You never were one for flattery.”

that where I went wrong? Not giving her the words?

are empty, Leah. It’s actions that

fought for

Bled for her.