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.

the one after that.

One for each year I’ve been pledged to Aaron

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

of classic literature,

children’s book. The

is no envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that is

sure this is the last note my father had ever written.

deathnote to

pink. bow. It’s mine. From when I was a baby.

soft lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes that I gather up.

want to rush back to my room, slam the door and read each word my

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

there are a

delay, but I have to head back downstairs to finish.

the bottom of the stairs, Aaron is waiting

draw

fine,” I