Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 120

AARON

Leah’s smirking.

I love that look. It’s confident and sexy and just a bit arrogant.

And as an Alpha, it’s a damn good look on her.

It’s the kind of look that makes me want to bend her over this

conference table.

Her lips twitch like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

It’s not a bad idea.

Two board members topple their chairs as they get up and

start yelling.

Two others are flipping through their folders trying to read everything and acting like they haven’t done

anything wrong.

The last members, two females and one male, are sitting back

in their chairs completely shellshocked.

The only two wolves on this board. An Alpha named Sean MacPhearson and a second leader, Claude

Taggerty, don’t

kick up a fuss.

They walk out of the room.

Yes, well the writing has been on the wall.

For years.

I’m not feeling particularly sorry for any of these bastards.

Liam steps into the havoc. He doesn’t actually say anything. He just moves until he’s standing next to

Leah. That show of solidarity has an immediate effect. These board

members realize that they aren’t going to bully her or talk

their way out of this.

I move until I stand on Leah’s opposite side. I actually own 51% of this corporation and if any of them

bothered to keep up to date on the stock sales, they’d know that too.

“Mr. Rathborn,” one of the men says. His name is Hugo Clarkson and he’s on more than one board

with me. “Your recent acquisitions would mean that you own the controlling shares of Roberts

Corporation.”

Okay. So at least one of them has done their homework.

“As the controlling member,” Clarkson says, “It’s you. Not Miss

Roberts or her brother who can make these decisions. I’m sure

you can recognize that her hasty assessment and rash actions are misplaced in this situation.”

Divide and conquer. I see what he’s trying to do here.

Leah glances at me.

“Are you calling my wife rash and questioning her judgment, Clarkson?” my voice is almost a growl, I’m

so angry.

His pasty white face flushes all blotchy. “That’s not what I Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

said!”

Insulting Leah was definitely not the right strategy. “An insult to my wife is an insult to me.”

Now the old man blanches.

“Leah, Liam, shall we conduct a vote?” I ask. “All in favor?”

Their hands go up and it’s over.

The smart ones file out of the room. They’ve milked this company long enough.

“Make sure they are escorted directly out, Liam. Call in security to oversee each of them. Get their

access restricted

immediately.”

He storms out of the room and my wolves follow to help

ensure security.

Then it’s just me and Leah in this conference room.

I put my hands on the long stretch of wood and press down. “It’s sturdy,” I tell her.

She spins so her ass is on the conference table and she faces

me directly.

“What did you have in mind?”