Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

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Chapter 152

The tears continue to fall, dampening my face and my neck, down into the cotton of the nightgown, but

I am frozen.

That voice.

So familiar, yet so foreign.

A pressure. Against the inside of my chest.

I bring my hand up over my heart.

My wolf

My wolf is within me.

Unbound. Alive.

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A comforting, filling presence so complete, I have no idea how I lived without her until now.

But there’s something else.

A longing, a tugging.

An invisible force urging me to chase after Aaron and be with him, no matter what.

Something soul deep that cannot be explained.

Are we…mated?

But when?

How?

1 force my mind into those broken, violent memories, trying to clearly recall what happened.

Liam.

Betrayal.

Blood. so much blood.

James, begging me to stay alive.

Telling him to save the baby-

My son

My hands drop to my stomach.

My flat stomach.

No sign I ever carried that tiny life inside me at all.

In that moment, everything else becomes inconsequential as I force myself up to unsteady feet and

rush out of the room.

I have to know.

I need to know what happened to our son.

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I arrive at the bottom of the stairs and almost run headlong into James, who catches me before I can

go down.

He stares at me with worry in his eyes.

“Whoa, Leah, take it easy. When did you wake up? You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

I pull out of his steadying hold, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

“Where did Aaron go?” I demand.

In my chest, my wolf is bristling, not liking the distress I’m in, ready to burst out and protect me from

whatever this world throws at

me.

It’s a weird feeling, but a comforting one.

“Your eyes-“James says instead, and I realize they must be glowing gold from my wolf being so close

to the surface.

“Where is Aaron?” I bite out, not knowing if this newfound aggression is my wolf, or the wra th of a

mother missing her child.

James takes a step back from me, as if expecting the worst.

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