Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 198

Chapter 198

I’m relieved to make it back to the cabin that night.

Lillian has a delicious pot roast waiting for me, and an open

bottle of my favorite red wine.

Her gentle attention to detail is exactly the escape I need.

I enjoy the meal and listen to her chatter about the day, enwrapped by everything she tells me and

wishing I’d been

here instead.

Eventually, however, I have to deal with business.

The first thing I do is call the Leithrow pack Beta, David.

Tobin had alluded that they’ve had some complaints about me being Alpha and running my packs

remotely. My first

suspicion is the least familiar pack.

A quick conversation with David reveals there is a particular young upstart wolf who is trying to stir up

trouble. His father

was cousins with the old Leithrow Alpha-the one Brian killed

to assume his powers-and this young wolf is making claims it

means he should be Alpha.

The idea is laughable, and David promises to take care of

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but I file it away in my mind, in case this young wolf needs a visit from his Alpha to remind him of his

place.

After that, I turn to my own business and Roberts Corp

matters.

Mostly, the pressing issue of tracking down missing

multi-billion dollar Al tech that was meant to be handed off to

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I’m still fuming about the position this has put me in as I call in favors from across business,

government and military, trying to find any clue as to its whereabouts without alerting anyone that

Roberts Corp has lost track of a weapon that could potentially destroy entire civilizations.

Frustratingly, I don’t get very far, which leaves me even more worried about what could have happened

to it.

Something like that doesn’t just disappear without a trace off

the face of the earth.

“Are you still working?” Lillian asks over a yawn as she walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

She goes to the fridge and takes out the milk, before setting it

on the bench.

I blink at the nearby clock on my desk, not realizing how late

it’s become.

Lillian comes over and sits on a nearby chair.

“You need to rest more, Aaron. Working yourself to death won’t do you or anyone else any good.”

I shove a hand through my hair, feeling tired and restless. “It’s

not like I have much of a choice. There’s always something demanding my attention.”

Lillian sends me a sympathetic look. “You’ve taken on the weight of the world, Aaron, and I understand

why. But I can

also see how much you miss her.”

“Who?” I demand stubbornly, even though I know the answer.

“Your mate,” Lillian replies gently. “You can’t keep going like this, it’s not healthy. Have you ever

considered…”

She trails off, maybe second guessing whatever she was

about to say.

The last few months, she’s the only one I’ve let see the real me.

The only one who knows the full truth of my situation.

“Considered what?” I ask, because I do respect Lillian’s

opinion.