Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

“Yes sir,” she bows meekly.

“And the guards.”

Chapter 3 “What?”

8/12

“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.

9/12 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. 10/12 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 11/12 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. 12/12 I’ve

had only two rules since she was brought beneath my roof and pledged to me, and Leah’s broken both:

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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 2/12 Chapter 3 wall?” 3/12 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 4/12 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. 5/12 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. Chapter 3 Aaron gasps.

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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?”

8/12

“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.

Chapter 3

9/12

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.

10/12

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

Chapter 3

my claws extend. I’m not entirely in

11/12

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.

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