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.

with such energy it’s like the whole

miss that,” I whisper.

looks at me

the best of the worst situation and find the good in

She blushes.

room and stop in

She tenses.

is ticking in her throat and her pupils

Hmmm. Interesting.

chance and clasp

then I feel it.

always there. Like a low-level hum of electricity

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

well. You never were

went wrong? Not

Leah. It’s actions that have

I’ve fought

Bled for her.