Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 3

His shoulders are so wide they block out

the rest of the room. His hair is dark and

a little long on top. I know exactly how those strands feel against my skin.

He leans down to bite a sensitive spot on

my neck.

I tremble.

He growls approvingly. His mo uth scourges a path from my throat to my

ear. His other hand grips my hair and jerks my head back.

“You still didn’t answer me.”

His wolf is at the surface and his

emotions are every bit as wild as the

beast inside him.

More extremes, I realize…

Passion and rage.

Pleasure and pain.

Hate and love.

Well, not love. At least not for him.

“What will you do, Aaron?” I keep my gaze level on his. “F**k me against this

wall?”

His glaze flickers for a moment as if he’s

eyeing the bookshelf for how sturdy it will

be.

“Torture me until you get what you want?” I shake my head even as it pulls

out strands because he still has one

hand twisted mercilessly in my hair. “I’m done. I won’t live like this. I won’t love you

anymore.”

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His huge arms flex at his sides, muscles

rippling up to his shoulders. He isn’t just angry. He’s furious.

Jessica takes this moment to enter the

study. She acts like she’s busy cleaning.

And, swear to god, she even has a

feather duster in hand and a short skirt

on.

I roll my eyes. “What is this, your French Maid fantasy?”

I glance at Aaron. Normally, I can bury

the hurt in my eyes. The jealousy. But not today. “You want her, right? It’s always been your love for

Jessica. So have her.”

Her interruption and my tirade shock him speechless, and I take advantage of that, quickly shoving

past him.

She glares and huffs ‘wh*re’ as I rush out

of the study.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” Aaron

roars.

But unlike Jessica who cowers, I don’t. He

has not mated me. Nor welcomed me

into his pack with any formal ceremony or blood ritual. His Alpha powers do not

extend to me.

I stop only to look back at her. “You win. All these years, you’ve wanted him. All the times you’ve snuck

into his room or

tried to seduce him away from me-his

rightful wife-like I didn’t know what you were about. Now you’ll finally have him.” Tears slip from my

eyes and roll down my

cheeks.

Aaron gasps.

Jessica’s pretty face blurs in front of me.

“I hope you’ll both be happy,” I tell them. Then I flee, running up the four flights of

stairs to my childhood bedroom. I slam

the door behind me.

AARON

“What the hell is going on?” I growl.

Jessica wrings her hands. She’s mine. Has

been since we were kids and we know

everything about each other. But I don’t

need her to placate me right now or to

spew whatever she thinks I need to hear.

And I sure as sh*t am not about to get

into whatever that little standoff was

with her and Leah.

I rule this pack. This pack does as /bid.

“Get your brother. Tell him to meet me in the training ward.”

“Yes sir,” she bows meekly.

“And the guards.”

Chapter 3 “What?”

“Tell him to bring the guards. He’ll know

what I mean.”

She hurries from the room and I’m left

with a cold feeling spreading through my

body.

I’m not sure what it is exactly…

Sometimes, right before a battle, there is a span of time-a few seconds or

minutes-where everything is so perfectly

calm it’s like the world stands still. I’m hit

with that intense feeling of foreboding

now.

And it’s not just Leah’s behavior-which is bizarre to say the least. There are threats

afoot these last months, and a plan I’ve

put into place will play out soon, and it’s going to change everything.

I glance up the stairwell. In my entire life,

I’ve never been rejected by a woman.

In the five years since we married, Leah

has never once denied me.

On the contrary, she’s come to my bed

unbidden, refused to leave afterward,

and in the afterglow is always one to

cling.

I rub my chest.

That unsettled feeling is spreading.

I can hear her, with my wolf’s senses,

running up the last flight of stairs to her

wing of the mansion. I can still scent

her-that light floral fragrance that is

her natural skin and the headier, more

layered smell of her arousal.

Because my little wife might claim to

hate me-but her body tells a different

story.

The door slams loudly.

There’s some muffled noise.

I stand here-in that calm, imminent

my claws extend. I’m not entirely in

control of myself, which for an Alpha, is

unthinkable.

I don’t give a da n.

My wife thinks she can mou th off to me? That she can push me away and run

from me!?

That she can disappear and come and go as she pleases!

My wolf roars.

I take the stairs three at a time, more

beast than man.

Leah may have escaped me in the study

because I was caught off guard by

her declaration. But I won’t let these

transgressions go.

I’ve had only two rules since she was

brought beneath my roof and pledged to

me, and Leah’s broken both:

Don’t ever lie.

And don’t ever run from me.

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Bad Love: An Alpha’s Regret

shoulders are so wide they block out

the rest of the room. His hair is dark and

a little long on top. I know exactly how those strands feel against my skin.

He leans down to bite a sensitive spot on

my neck.

I tremble.

He growls approvingly. His mouth scourges a path from my throat to my ear. His other hand grips my

hair and jerks my head back.

“You still didn’t answer me.”

His wolf is at the surface and his

emotions are every bit as wild as the

beast inside him.

More extremes, I realize…

Passion and rage.

Pleasure and pain.

Hate and love.

Well, not love. At least not for him.

“What will you do, Aaron?” I keep my gaze level on his. “F**k me against this

wall?”

His glaze flickers for a moment as if he’s eyeing the bookshelf for how sturdy it will

be.

“Torture me until you get what you want?” I shake my head even as it pulls

out strands because he still has one

hand twisted mercilessly in my hair. “I’m

done. I won’t live like this. I won’t love you

anymore.”

He jerks back.

His huge arms flex at his sides, muscles rippling up to his shoulders. He isn’t just angry. He’s furious.

Jessica takes this moment to enter the

study. She acts like she’s busy cleaning. And, swear to god, she even has a

feather duster in hand and a short skirt

on.

I roll my eyes. “What is this, your French Maid fantasy?”

I glance at Aaron. Normally, I can bury

the hurt in my eyes. The jealousy. But not

today. “You want her, right? It’s always

been your love for Jessica. So have her.”

Her interruption and my tirade shock him speechless, and I take advantage of that, quickly shoving

past him.

She glares and huffs ‘wh*re’ as I rush out

of the study.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” Aaron

roars.

But unlike Jessica who cowers, I don’t. He

has not mated me. Nor welcomed me

into his pack with any formal ceremony or blood ritual. His Alpha powers do not

extend to me.

stop only to look back at her. “You win. All these years, you’ve wanted him. All

the times you’ve snuck into his room or

tried to seduce him away from me-his

rightful wife-like I didn’t know what you were about. Now you’ll finally have him.”

Tears slip from my eyes and roll down my

cheeks.

Aaron gasps.

Jessica’s pretty face blurs in front of me.

“I hope you’ll both be happy,” I tell them. Then I flee, running up the four flights of

stairs to my childhood bedroom. I slam

the door behind me.

AARON

“What the hell is going on?” I growl.

Jessica wrings her hands. She’s mine. Has

been since we were kids and we know

everything about each other. But I don’t

need her to placate me right now or to

spew whatever she thinks I need to hear.

And I sure as sh*t am not about to get

into whatever that little standoff was

with her and Leah.

I rule this pack. This pack does as / bid.

“Get your brother. Tell him to meet me in

the training ward.”

“Yes sir,” she bows meekly.

“And the guards.”

“What?”

“Tell him to bring the guards. He’ll know

what I mean.”

She hurries from the room and I’m left

with a cold feeling spreading through my body.

I’m not sure what it is exactly…

Sometimes, right before a battle, there is a span of time-a few seconds or minutes-where everything is

so perfectly

calm it’s like the world stands still. I’m hit

with that intense feeling of foreboding

now.

And it’s not just Leah’s behavior-which is

bizarre to say the least. There are threats

afoot these last months, and a plan I’ve

put into place will play out soon, and it’s

going to change everything.

I glance up the stairwell. In my entire life,

I’ve never been rejected by a woman.

In the five years since we married, Leah

has never once denied me.

On the contrary, she’s come to my bed

unbidden, refused to leave afterward,

and in the afterglow is always one to

cling.

I rub my chest.

That unsettled feeling is spreading.

I can hear her, with my wolf’s senses,

running up the last flight of stairs to her wing of the mansion. I can still scent her-that light floral

fragrance that is

her natural skin and the headier, more

layered smell of her arousal.

Because my little wife might claim to hate me-but her body tells a different

story.

The door slams loudly.

There’s some muffled noise.

I stand here-in that calm, imminent

space- then I feel my canines drop and

my claws extend. I’m not entirely in

control of myself, which for an Alpha, is

unthinkable.

I don’t give a da mn.

My wife thinks she can mo uth off to me?

That she can push me away and run

from me!?

That she can disappear and come and

go as she pleases!

My wolf roars.

I take the stairs three at a time, more

beast than man.

Leah may have escaped me in the study

because I was caught off guard by

her declaration. But I won’t let these

I’ve had only two rules since she was

brought beneath my roof and pledged to

me, and Leah’s broken both:

Don’t ever lie.

And don’t ever run from me.

Gifts

Bad Love: An Alpha’s Regret