Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 135

Chapter 135
LEAH
My hands shake as I pull the pendant back on. It hangs between my breasts and draws attention to my cleavage, which I suppose is good, although I
didn’t expect Aaron to get so annoyed
about me forgetting to wear it.
This is all new to me.
My stomach is a bit knotted and I reach
for some bread.
It. Is. Delicious.
If this is just the carb course, I’m pretty
sure the rest of this meal is going to be
orgasmic. I blush. Well, no. Nothing is
going to compare to that.
“What are you thinking about?” Aaron
asks.
I blush harder.
He chuckles.
I’m going to miss this. Seeing him
laugh-it is so rare. Feeling him stir my body to life. Just being beside him.
It’s easy to forget that I’m dying as I focus on the day-to-day dealings of my
role as Alpha and working to save Pack
Roberts.
But when I’m with Aaron…
I want to savor. I want every second to extend into infinity. I want these good feelings to last. Knowing they won’t, that’s just another reminder of the ticking clock that has become my life.
“What happened?” he whispers.
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I blink back the tears that are blurring my vision.
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“I’m just happy,” I tell him. And I am.
I’m only sad because I’ll miss him.
The first round of food comes and I’m
spared from having to say more.
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Time passes slowly. We eat and
talk. Aaron shares stories of his own
childhood-details I’ve never heard
before or even thought to ask.
We talk about good times, before the war resurged and ripped our lives apart.
Before the main courses, I notice a
commotion in the hall outside our room.
I can’t say I’m surprised when Liam
barrels toward the wolves positioned at the door. James stops him with a hand to Liam’s chest. “Not one step more,” James
warns.
“Back off, Beta.”
“No.”
“That’s my sister,” he growls as if daring
Aaron’s men to stop him.
“Let him through,” Aaron says.
But he’s not alone.
Aaron bristles as two other wolves follow
behind Liam.
The first is a darkly bearded man with
eyes
that are almost translucent. The
stark contrast between his light eyes
and dark skin and hair is unnerving. The
second man is blond and makes me think
of Vikings or warriors from the Steppe.
He’s really tall and wide with brown eyes
that take in every detail.
Both are heavily tattooed and they look, I
don’t know, for lack of a better word,
dangerous.
“Hello Alpha,” the Viking-looking wolf
says.
“Michail.” Aaron nods.
The man scoffs. “I was addressing her.”
Aaron bristles.
There are undercurrents of tension here and Aaron might outwardly appear
calm, but his one hand has curled into
a fist and the other lingers close to the
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