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

same with the next book,

Whitmann.

14th Birthday Leah.

that. And after

each year I’ve been

it’s the last book on the shelf.

attention. Unlike these tomes of classic literature, this

book. The Giving

envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that is folded

is the last note my father had ever

deathnote to

I was a baby. My mother had kept this in an old photo album with handprints and footprints and a slew of

lock of hair at the bottom

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

most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll be

are a couple

but I have to head back downstairs to finish.

reach the bottom of the stairs,

draw together.

fine,” I