Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 215

I don’t know how long James and I stay out in the forest, but the sun slowly moves across the sky

overhead.

I’m in this weird state where I know once I get up

once I get up and go back to the mansion, life is going to come rushing back in and somehow I have to

be fine.

I have the packs to oversee and businesses to run-countless people relying on me.

Yet somehow it’s also like I’m holding onto the last threads of my child’s life-the fact that he was born

and breathed this world’s air and we existed in some of the same moments that I’m never going to

remember.

I wonder if Aaron ever brought him to see me.

To lay him next to me.

Curled my arm around his tiny body and rested my hand on his chest so I could feel his tiny, fragile

heartbeat.

I may have touched my son, and I’ll never remember it.

That seems like the biggest cruelty of all.

I need to see Aaron with a desperation that makes my entire body ache.

There are so many things I need to ask him.

And maybe he won’t want to answer. Maybe it’ll be opening

old wounds for him that he wants to keep covered up, but I have to hear him tell me about every

moment of every day our

son was alive that I missed.

That’s what eventually gets me to my feet-the driving desire to see Aaron.

And it’s not only me, my wolf wants the comfort of her mate.

James and I both shift-its easier when navigating the forest-

and we start trotting back toward the Rathborn mänsion.

It takes almost the rest of the day.

I arrive back to find James left orders for Adam to be held and

watched until we got back.

I don’t want to even look at him.

None of his actions make sense.

But I need to face up to him and deal with whatever he did.

He’s still in the medical annex, under the watchful eye of

several of Aaron’s highest-ranking wolves-the ones he hasn’t got with him wherever he is, anyway.

“Leah!” he says, jumping up from the gurney he was sitting on as soon as he sees me. “Are you okay?”

I scoff in cynical amusement that he’s asking me that.

“I don’t know, Adam. You can probably tell me that, since apparently you’ve been monitoring me for

years!

At this, Adam goes pale, while I hear James growling-low and threatening-from somewhere behind me.

The other wolves who were keeping an eye on Adam all start bristling.

I could step back right now, and I know these wolves would happily tear Adam apart for his

transgressions against their Luna.

However, hold up one hand to keep the situation under control.

“Just tell me why, Adam.”

His expression closes up. “You don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t,” I snap, crossing my arms. “So explain!”

Adam glances away from me. “There was so much more

going on than you ever realized. Your father. Liam. The Alpha power for the Roberts pack. Tobin-”

Adam abruptly snaps his mouth shut, like he said something

he didn’t mean to.

“What about Tobin?” I demand.

Just how much does Adam know?

About the Al tech?

And whose side was he even on in all this?

“I think I’ve said more than enough,” Adam says, crossing his arms, expression becoming mulish. “And

it won’t make a difference now anyway.”

“So that’s it?” I demand, now starting to feel angry that he won’t even explain why or how he could

betray our life-long friendship like that. “You’re not even going to do me the decency of giving me an

actual explanation?”

“Like I said, it won’t make a difference,” Adam repeats, avoiding my gaze.

“Fine,” I snap.

Short of torturing him-which I don’t have the stomach for-I

can’t make him tell me anything.

But that doesn’t mean I’m powerless.

“I’m not Alpha any longer, so I don’t have the power to banish you from the pack,” I say, and Adam

finally looks back at me. There’s this hint of hope in his gaze that makes me sick to my

stomach. “Those records…I’m not sure how you got them. Or

who you worked with here at Pack Raithborn to gain access to my blood.” One she-wolf comes to

mind-she’d been a thorn in my side since day one. But then there’s also the fact that my blood watered Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

the dead for a decade, poured out over the gravestones each time the blood debt was collected.

It could’ve been anyone.

“You don’t want to tell me why or offer some explanation.

Which leaves me no choice… You need to leave, Adam. Go and

find another pack. Take my advice, and make sure it’s one far

far from here. Because Aaron… when he finds out, he won’t be so lenient. He’ll take your life.”