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.

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

gonna miss that,” I

at me sharply.

can make the best of the worst situation and find the

She blushes.

room and stop

She tenses.

the pulse is ticking in her throat and her pupils

Hmmm. Interesting.

take a chance and clasp

I feel it.

Like a low-level hum of electricity in my

Her eyes are big and wide with

like he ll, honey.”

never were

that where I went wrong? Not

are empty, Leah. It’s actions that have

I’ve fought

Bled for her.