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

next book, a collection of poems by Walt

Whitmann.

Birthday Leah.

the one after that. And after

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

on the shelf.

of classic literature, this

a children’s book.

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

the last note

his deathnote

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

letter and the soft lock of hair at the bottom of the envelopes

I want to rush back to

hours and I’m not the most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll

there are a couple hundred

to head

reach the bottom of the

brows draw

I tell