Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 83

LEAH

It’s been another day.

I slept a lot and binged some mindless action series on Netflix. I didn’t venture out of my room because

I’m not really relishing the idea of strapping a gun or knives to my body. But I’m also not comfortable

moving around unarmed.

What does that say about me?

About my pack?

I still want to get into my dad’s room, but I’ve been putting that off too, in case his femme posse is still

hanging out, which Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

is a lame reason, I know.

I don’t particularly relish confrontations. I think deep down I’m

a people pleaser, and that’s not what my new role demands of

1.

A text comes through and I scramble to grab my phone.

I punch my security code.

exper deep

It’s not Aaron.

And this ping of disappointment I feel…I shouldn’t.

Meet me in the lab.

It’s Adam.

My stomach lurches with equal parts dread and anticipation. This is it. The test results we’ve been

waiting for. I’d like to

believe I’m cured.

That this power actually has some meaning.

Because the nights I’ve lain awake in bed trying to call on something of this “alpha” lineage, I get

nothing.

I can’t compel a packmate to do something.

I can’t use my energy to force back an object-and I know that

sounds like some full-on Star Wars Jedi stuff, but I’ve seen

Aaron do it.

He can project his energy into a force that can blast a man

back a dozen feet.

I can’t shift.

So I’m left wondering, for the thousandth time, what good is my role as Alpha, if none of the powers

actually manifest in

me?

Well, if it heals me, then I suppose it is one gift.

I drag on jeans and a cropped tee and head out of the house.

I pass two wolves that nod respectfully.

And then I see Marla. She waves enthusiastically. I need to warm up to her. She’s trying. And I can’t be

wh iny to want

people to welcome me more and then act all standoffish when

they actually do.

“Hi Marla,” I say. “Want to grab lunch?”

She nods like a seal. “Definitely!”

“Great. I’ll be back in a bit.”

It’s been three days; I need to acclimate. Hiding in my room

isn’t the answer.

Although, I haven’t been hiding as much as waiting for this.

My stomach does that awful swirl again and I feel nauseous.

It’s nerves.

I step out of the main house and breathe deep.

The air is cool but fragrant with spring. Flowers are blooming around the yard. It’s not manicured and

neat the way Aaron’s house is. The grass is at least a foot tall. But everything is green and growing and

vibrant.

I cut across the lawn toward the left side of the house.

Already wolves are out working. Horses cut across the fields and pastures in the distance. The scent of

cattle comes in on

the breeze.

There are families spread out in houses surrounding the main packhouse. My brother’s been my

father’s beta for a long time, and I know he has a separate residence although he’s been sleeping in

the main house, probably to protect me.

I haven’t seen nor heard from Tobin again. And that makes me edgy.

I do see some wolves mulling around, but I can’t tell if they’re just hanging out or if they’re intended as

security.

Adam greets me at the door to the medical building. He

welcomes me inside.

“Dude, don’t drag this

send a friend right now, Adam

Not you in Decor made

my ca ncer cured?

He frowns son back more

“Dude, don’t drag this out. I need a friend right now, Adam. Not you in Doctor mode. Just tell me. Is my

ca ncer cured?”

He frowns. “No, it’s not Leah. It’s come back more

aggressively.”