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.

eyes… her eyes shine with such energy it’s like the whole meaning of life is wrapped up in that sparkling glint.

that,”

looks at me sharply. “What?”

smile. The way you can make the best of the worst situation and

She blushes.

stop in front

She tenses.

her throat and her pupils are dilated.

Hmmm. Interesting.

and clasp her

feel it.

always there. Like a low-level hum of electricity in

look 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

he ll,

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

I went wrong? Not

Leah. It’s actions that

I’ve fought for

Bled for her.