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.

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

miss that,” I

at me sharply.

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

She blushes.

cross the room and stop

She tenses.

her throat and her pupils

Hmmm. Interesting.

and clasp

then I feel it.

low-level hum of

are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are

look like he

snorts. “Yes, well. You never were one

that where I went wrong? Not giving

Leah. It’s

I’ve fought for

Bled for her.