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 Walt

Whitmann.

Birthday

that. And after

ground. One for each year

last book on the shelf.

tomes of

is a children’s book. The Giving

Just a hastily written letter that is folded

sure this is the last

deathnote to me.

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

of hair at the bottom of the envelopes

cover them. I want to

could take 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

like it or not, there are a couple hundred wolves

me to delay, but I have to head back downstairs to finish. out

the bottom of the stairs, Aaron

draw together.

I tell him.