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 Leah.

the next book, a collection of poems

Whitmann.

14th Birthday

after that. And

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

book on the shelf. The

tomes of classic literature, this last.

children’s book. The Giving

inside. Just a hastily written letter that

sure this is the last note my

his deathnote

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

the soft lock of hair at the bottom of

them into the waistband of my pants and pull my blouse over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room, slam the door and read each word

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

or not, there are a

ki lls me to delay, but I have to head back downstairs to

of the stairs, Aaron is waiting for me.

draw

fine,” I tell