Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 101

I debate carrying the books back to my room. Given that I broke the door handle, there isn’t a way for me to close and lock it for privacy. Not that a locked door is all that much of a deterrent. A wolf could easily break one down-as Aaron has done on more than one occasion-and if I could break in….

Yeah, the locked door probably isn’t stopping anybody.

My best bet is to grab whatever information is available and

then return to my room or to have Adam transfer the security.

information to the lab to me.

I make a mental note to require him to do just that.

As Alpha, there shouldn’t be a single inch of territory on these

lands that is denied to me.

I grab the first book and flip through the pages. It’s Hemingway. And one of my father’s favorites. I hold the book. by each cover and fan the pages upside down. An envelope drops out.

13th Birthday

with the next book, a

Whitmann.

Birthday Leah.

one after that. And after

each year I’ve been pledged

it’s the last book on the shelf. The one set alone that grabs.

these tomes of classic

is a children’s book. The Giving

inside. Just a hastily written

pretty sure this is the last note my

deathnote to

of the folded paper and my hands shake as I reach for the lock of light brown hair that’s tied with a pink. bow. It’s mine. From when I was a baby. My mother had kept this in an old photo album with handprints and footprints and

letter and the soft lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes that I

I want to rush back to my

most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll be bawling my eyes

or not, there are a couple hundred wolves here.

delay, but I have to head back downstairs to finish. out the party.

the bottom of the stairs, Aaron is waiting for me.

brows draw together.

fine,” I tell him.