Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 90

I should’ve known Aaron wouldn’t feel sorry for me.

He’s too much a wild thing for an emotion as basic as pity. But maybe that’s good too. I’ve got more

than enough pity for all

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As the clock closes in on five-thirty, I seek Aaron out again.

I’d purposely told him to leave me the he ll alone earlier. And while I don’t have the time just now to dig

into my packs’ financials, that’s going to be my first matter of business the moment this ceremony

concludes.

In the meantime, I’m putting on a brave face.

He isn’t wrong.

I have a unique skill set. I am uncannily accurate with predicting stocks and buying/trading. And, if

Aaron is right, that’s what my pack needs right now.

Not brute strength.

Not war.

Not masculine posturing.

They just need money.

Lucky for them, I happen to be adept at making it.

see Aaron at the edge of the yard, his back against the wall

that runs along the east side of the property. I approach him and as I do, he se nds off the two guys

speaking to him.

“Thanks Hector. Thanks John. I appreciate you both helping

me out today.”

They nod but don’t say anything. They’re not huge fans and don’t think anyone really appreciates being

demoted to a party planner for their enemy pack’s new Alpha.

The moment we’re alone, I ask: “Are you planning to

overthrow me?”

Aaron doesn’t say anything for several long seconds. “Do you

recall the Grove-and how I fought for you? Or the peak where four enemy wolves went after you? What

about the Council when your own father was willing to throw you at their mercy

to clear his own name?” Aaron stalks me now.

He grabs my chin roughly and tilts up my face so I can’t avoid his eyes. “If I’d wanted to hurt you, I

could’ve done it a million times over. If I wanted to crush this pack, I could do it. I don’t

need you or your permission.”

His other hand plays with strands of my hair. It’s like his

personality is fractured. Half of him dominating me, the other half touching me gently, almost

reverently.

“I can’t handle these extremes with you, Aaron. Just tell me why you’re here.”

“I stated my intentions when I arrived, princess. If you don’t believe them, that’s on you. Not me.”

His lips slant over mine in a punishing kiss that’s over even before it’s begun. Then he strolls off and

I’m left standing there in the rays of the setting sun.