Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 97

Aaron leans back against the door. A living, breathing wall of

rage and protection.

Not for the first time, I wonder at the combination.

“Thank you for attending tonight,” I tell him. “If I’m being honest, I was nervous about you being here. I

thought it might prompt more questions and contention, but I think it helped to smooth things over. I

appreciate you doing that.”

He nods. “While you rule, I see no reason for us to break the

peace.”

While you rule…

“And if I wasn’t Alpha?”

He shrugs. “That might change things.” He tilts his head. “That should please you. I’ve let your brother

and other packmates know that too tonight. You’re the one holding the peace in place, Leah. I could

give a shi t about your brother or packmates.”

It’s a courtesy, he’s extending.

But when I’m gone…

“Why do you look sad?” he asks.

I blink back the tears I feel forming. “I’m not.”

But this wolf knows me too well.

“She’s not worth your tears, Leah.”

But I’m not sad about that female Marla. I’m in shock because

I trusted her, but all in all, it was a good lesson for me.

“She would’ve slit your throat, eaten your flesh and not thought twice about it, honey. Then your brother

would have

either mated her or kil led her.” He looks at me and his eyes are

softened with pity. “Maybe that was always their plan.”

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It was Liam first through the door. Liam to snap her neck. Liam

to protect me.

“It’s the people closest to us that can inflict the most damage, princess.”

I think about it. “On that…we agree.”

He starts to stalk me across the room, his eyes blazing gold. “I

can think of a few more things we agree on.

I feel my temperature rise.

It’s so good with this male. Already my breasts feel heavy and

that space between my thighs gets wet.

His nostrils flare like he knows that too.

“No.” I shake my head. “Aaron, we can’t.”

“From one Alpha to another… we can. And really well. Unless you’ve forgotten.”

It feels like forever but it’s only been a few days.

I inch back but there’s nowhere to really go. Boxes are still stacked up and this old bedroom of mine

was never

particularly spacious.

When he’s close, his hands snake out. One grabs my hip and pulls me in. The other tangles in my hair,

dislodging all the

pins and clips.

“Da mn it, Aaron.”

He smirks against my lips. “You should’ve left it down. You know my preferences.”

Ever ar rogant.

His lips brush mine and I know this is wrong.

Wrong to give myself over to this man.

Wrong to take what his body can give to me.

But he was here tonight. In support of me.

“Aaron, I can’t forgive you.”

His lips scorch a path across my neck. “Never said I needed your forgiveness, honey.”

No. He just needs my body.

The pantsuit is shredded. He takes both sleeves and rends the fabric down the middle. “Step out of it,”

he tells me.

I do.

I’m standing in panties and heels and a demi-cup bra that does some pretty amazing things.

Aaron steps back to look.

His low growl is music to me. Then his hands are back in my hair, his mo uth slanting over mine. He

kisses me deep and

slow and when he draws back he looks kind of puzzled.

Maybe he’s as lost to this madness as I am. Maybe he can taste that I’m si ck.

Or sense that I’m pregnant.

With his baby.

“What is it, Leah?” he asks.

I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to fight. “Shu t up and kiss me.”