Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

“Good riddance,” Marla says.

I glance at her sharply but she doesn’t notice. She’s busy sh ooting daggers at Aaron’s back with her mascara-caked eyes.

I take a deep breath.

I’m not being nice.

I look around the hall at the other wolves that are hanging around. A couple of older males look vaguely familiar and there are two younger guys who are conversing with

my brother.

No one approaches me. There are no welcomes.

Everyone is still grieving, I remind myself. But that doesn’t make this ‘homecoming’ feel any less like ‘home’.

been time to clean out my room or to assemble the pack, but everything about today just feels anticlimactic, and, well, bad.

to

start.

and he’s smiling. He pulls me into a hug. “I still

soak up this hug. I needed one.

that kept me going in those early

tells me. “You

how Aaron felt,

because his heart is in the right place. I’m a

for a few hours. We can figure

carefully, as I’m sure I’m ruffling a lot of feathers and most people, no matter how supportive, always struggle with ‘change’ at

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

stand arm-in-arm as

to my room. I hit the kitchen first. There was

poptart. But the kitchen is empty and the pans used for my bacon and eggs are still on the stove. Di rty bowls are left on the counter. It isn’t

of takeout containers and leftovers that look too old. Aside from the carton of eggs and a gallon of milk,

stairs up to the main landing. From here, I can go up two or three flights. I can turn left or right. On a lark I take a right, toward my father’s wing of the house.

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