Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 213
LEAH
The kind of pain and sense of betrayal I’ve never felt in my entire life overcomes my whole body in a devastating wave and it’s like I completely lose it.
I grab onto Adam’s computer and wrench it off the desk, throwing it into the opposite wall where it smashes to pieces and leaves a dent in the drywall. After that, I become a whirlwind of destruction, ripping and tearing and destroying anything I can get my hands on.
“Leah!” Adam has arrived in the doorway and is staring at me with shock and confusion. “What the he ll has gotten into you?”
I’m so upset, I can’t even answer him, the only thing that comes out is a sound that’s part pain, part growl. My wolf is close to bursting out, and her agony is just as potent as mine.
I don’t know what to say to Adam.
He injected me with my father’s blood without telling me.
He’s been keeping track of me for years.
He knew my baby was born and kept the truth from me.

He’s betrayed me and invaded my privacy and right now, I
don’t know how I’m ever going to look at him again without
feeling the pain of those betrayals, let alone ever forgive him.
I realize I’m partially shifted, barely keeping control of my wolf. She wants to tear the world apart…she wants us to hurt
Adam.
And while yes, he holds some responsibility, I can’t overlook that the decision to hide the truth about my son from me… that would’ve come from my baby’s father. I let out a scream that’s half howl, releasing some of the pain both myself and my wolf are feeling.
Just when I think maybe my wolf is going to burst out and
shred anyone in sight regardless of whether they deserve it or not, someone arrives, shouting my name and pulling me back from destroying more of the equipment in the office that hasn’t already been trashed.
I turn with a snarl, however I pull back at the last second when
I see it’s James and he’s looking kind of freaked out, like he thinks I’ve gone rogue or something.
“Leah,” he says, as I wrench out of his hold, this terrible pain still bubbling like acid inside me.
Who knows, maybe I am on the verge of completely losing it and going rogue.
But could anyone blame me if I did after all the truths I just found out?
James holds up his hands.
“Leah, just calm down and tell me what’s wrong,” he says in a low, soothing voice.
But nothing he can say or do is going to make me feel better.
I’m breaking apart.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with a grief this deep and this vast.