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

book,

Whitmann.

14th Birthday Leah.

the one after that. And after that.

to the ground. One for each year I’ve been pledged to Aaron Rathborn.

last book on the shelf. The one set

tomes of classic

a children’s book.

Just a hastily written letter that is folded haphazardly.

this is the last note my father

deathnote to me.

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

of hair at the bottom of

cover them. I want to rush back to

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

like it or not, there are a couple hundred wolves here.

have to head back

the stairs, Aaron

draw

fine,” I tell him.