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.

Birthday Leah.

the next book, a collection of poems

Whitmann.

Birthday

after that.

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

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

of classic literature, this

a children’s book. The Giving

Just a hastily written

is the last

deathnote to

brown hair that’s tied with a pink. bow. It’s mine. From when I was a baby.

and the soft lock of hair at the bottom

over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room, slam the door and read each

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

are a couple

me to delay, but I have to head back downstairs

of the stairs, Aaron

draw together.

fine,” I