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.

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

gonna miss that,” I

looks at me sharply. “What?”

the best

She blushes.

the room and stop in front

She tenses.

the pulse is ticking in her throat and her pupils are

Hmmm. Interesting.

and

then I feel it. That spark.

hum of electricity in

hair is a tangled mess. Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches

like he ll, honey.”

“Yes, well. You never

that where I went wrong? Not

are empty, Leah. It’s actions that

I’ve fought

Bled for her.