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 Leah.

the next book, a collection of

Whitmann.

Birthday

that.

ground. One for each year I’ve been

it’s the last book on the shelf. The

of classic literature,

book. The Giving

a hastily written letter

is the last note my father had ever written.

his deathnote to me.

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

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

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

hours and I’m not the most stoic of individuals. Chances are I’ll be bawling my eyes out the minute I open one of these.

not, there are a couple hundred wolves here.

I have to head

bottom of the stairs,

brows draw

fine,” I