Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 111

AARON

I shift back and brace to fight.

There are letters strewn across the floor and mattress and Leah’s screaming. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It’s a cry of pain and rage that chills me to the bone.

I sling my arms around her. “Calm down. You’re alright.”

But she isn’t.

She’s shaking and wailing.

She’s completely out of f**king control.

I cover her mou th with my hand.

I drop my leg over hers to keep her in place. Then I just hold her. I hold her and pray that whatever the

he ll this is will pass.

It doesn’t though, at least not right away.

Then when she finally does calm down, it’s an eerie, silence.

I lift my hand. “Leah?”

She doesn’t answer. Her eyes have a far-off look to them. A look I’ve seen before in the aftermath of ho

rrific things.

I cup her face with my hands. “Look at me, honey.”

Her eyes move to focus on me, but there is no change in her expression.

I don’t know what the he ll to do.

My wolf roils beneath my skin, wanting to get back out, but hè

can’t converse with her the way I can and right now, I need to understand what is happening.

“Leah, help me here. Tell me what you need. Give me the

words.”

She closes her eyes. She isn’t fighting or screaming now, but she isn’t moving or speaking either and

this complete stillness is worse to me than her freakout of only a few minutes ago.

Leah is a fighter. She’s got a mo uth on her, and a dry wit.

She doesn’t get laid out like this. Every other time life punched her down, she’s gotten back up.

“Just read it,” she whispers after a while.

Tears leak from the corners of her closed eyes and I want to kiss them away.

“Don’t touch me,” she says with her eyes still closed. “Just read

the letter!”

I cautiously back away and grab the paper.

The letter is handwritten, and addressed to Leah. It doesn’t

take but a minute to skim through the contents.

“How could he?” she whispers.

Leah has every right to be angry. To be devastated.

Because the answer to so many things is right here. In her

dad’s confession note.

We’ve all wondered. We’ve had doctors run countless tests. I never in a million years would’ve

guessed at the reason.

But now I know why Leah has no wolf.

Her father bound it.