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

the same with the next book, a collection of poems by

Whitmann.

Birthday Leah.

that. And after that.

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

it’s the last book on the shelf. The one set

these tomes of classic literature, this

is a children’s book. The Giving Tree.

envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that is folded

sure this is the last

deathnote to

of the 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 in an old photo album with handprints and footprints and a slew of pictures taken of me up until about

lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes that I

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 my father left for

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

there are a couple hundred wolves

have to head back downstairs to finish.

the stairs,

draw together.

fine,” I tell