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.

with the next book,

Whitmann.

14th Birthday Leah.

the one after that. And after that.

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

the shelf. The one

these tomes of classic literature, this last.

children’s book. The

no envelope inside. Just a hastily written letter that

last note my

deathnote

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

of hair at the bottom

them into the waistband of my pants and pull my blouse over to cover them. I want to rush back to my room, slam

Chances are I’ll be bawling my eyes out the minute I open one

like it or not, there are a couple hundred wolves

to delay, but I have to

of the stairs, Aaron is waiting

brows draw together.

I tell