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 shine with such energy it’s like the whole meaning of life is wrapped up in that sparkling

miss that,”

looks at me sharply. “What?”

way you can make the best of the worst situation and find

She blushes.

the room and stop in front of her.

She tenses.

is ticking in her throat and her

Hmmm. Interesting.

chance and clasp

feel it. That spark.

there. Like a low-level hum of

Her eyes are big and wide with shadows beneath them. And there are blotches of blood

he ll,

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

that where I went wrong? Not

It’s actions that have meaning.”

I’ve fought for her.

Bled for her.