Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
Every bone in my body aches. And I have a fever.
Sweat pores out of my skin and I’m wracked with chills I can’t
control.
I clench my teeth to keep them from chattering.
I wrap myself in the heavy down comforter on the bed. It smells damp, whether that’s from me sweating or because
this room is seldom used and it’s in need of washing, I can’t be
sure.
Abruptly, the door slams open.
I try to lift my head, but I’m too weak, too sore.
There’s screaming and two of the guards hold back a tall
male.
And then Aaron’s huge wolf roars…
“What the hell did you do to her!?”

That voice.
I know that voice.
“Adam?” How is Adam here?
Aaron slams him against the wall.
I stagger upright. Adam is my best friend from home.
“Is this who you snuck away with, you whore?”
I gasp and stumble, both from Aaron’s words and from being
so weak.
The room is spinning.
Adam and Aaron are screaming and growling and being held apart. Both partially shifted into their lycan forms.
I don’t know why, but I feel compelled to get between them so
they won’t fight.
But as I stumble away from the bed with the comforter wrapped around me, I can’t seem to stay upright.
Next thing I know I’m falling and all around me the sounds and sights begin to darken. It’s like night rolling across the sky, but there is no moon or stars, just a wave of black that masks

everything in absolute darkness.
Huh. Maybe this is dying.

y last thought before…nothing.
3/9
When I open my eyes again, I’m in Aaron’s room.
The huge suite has dark blue walls and a giant bed. The white
sheets are silk and soft and smell like him.
I sit up slowly.
There’s a tray of food beside me. I should be hungry, but I’m not. After going so long without food, I’ve lost my appetite. Maybe that’s a good thing. I read somewhere that fasting can help cleanse the body of defective cells.
Maybe Aaron did me a favor.
Adam’s sitting on a chair. He’s a few years older than me. A couple of inches over six feet tall, with light brown hair and light green eyes. He’s good looking. Nice. Calm. Even as a child, he was an intellectual, where the rest of my pack was
singularly focused on war.
“This isn’t my room,” I say.

juice has me salivating. I take a careful sip and try to gather my thoughts. I was locked in a room, so weak I fainted. Now I’m in Aaron’s room and my childhood friend is here. And he’s angry I haven’t called him!? “Adam.” I hold the glass in both hands. “We haven’t talked in years. Why would I call in the first place? If you missed me so much, you could’ve called me.” I get to see my family a few times a year. There

one arm on either side of me, caging me in in a move I’d expect from Aaron, not my old childhood friend. He starts examining my eyes. Prying open my mouth to look down my throat. “Dude… stop.” “No. You came to my pack hospital, Leah. I run that facility. Did you seriously think that Dr.

bloodwork?
I gasp.
That explains why he came. Because he knows I’m sick.
He shoves away from the bed and paces the room. “Does your
piece-of-shit husband know?”
cringe. “Lower your voice,” I tell him. Aaron has fought over
lesser insults.
He freezes. “Then he doesn’t know.”
I shake my head.
“You need to tell him.”
“Why?”

the bastard in the dark. But then come home.” 6/9 With my days numbered… I’m not sure I want to spend them there either. “Leah, you need to come home.” Do I? I’m not so sure. “Let me spell some things out for you. I was barely thirteen years old when

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