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

with the next book, a collection of

Whitmann.

14th Birthday Leah.

after that. And

ground. One for each year I’ve been

shelf. The one

of classic

a children’s book.

envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that is folded

this is the last note my father had ever

deathnote to me.

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

the soft lock of hair at the bottom of

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

most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll

there are a couple hundred

me to delay, but I have to head

bottom of the stairs, Aaron is waiting for

brows draw together.

fine,” I tell him.