Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 

Going back to Aaron’s pack after this time apart feels strange. 

And a lot like coming home. 

We’re quiet for most of the ride. 

It’s pitch black save for the headlights on the vehicles and these backcountry roads are virtually deserted. We’ve nearly 

hit a few deer already, and I know Cedric is hoping we do. He 

loves fresh venison. 

“Take a run when you get home if you’re that hungry,” Aaron warns him. “But don’t dent another truck.” 

The guys chuckle. William glances at us in the backseat. “I offered to drive.” 

“No. You’re slow as f**k,” Cedric argues. “We wouldn’t make it 

home til next week.” 

They continue to rib each other goodnaturedly. 

There is an ease among them, and even I feel more comfortable amid Aaron’s guys, which is surprising to say the least. They never really welcomed me in the past. I’ve always 

felt like an outsider. 

Maybe it’s the way Aaron has changed toward me. 

Maybe it’s just that these wolves are a ‘known’ evil. 

Or it could just be that I am a bigger threat to my own pack 

than theirs, comparatively. 

But whatever the reason, I feel lighter than I have in a week. 

Cedric glances in the rearview. “Lucas is slow too.” 

The other vehicles are behind us, but I can see their headlights in the distance. “Seeing as those SUVS have the trunks,” I say, “maybe it’s not such a bad thing that they’re obeying the speed limit.” 

Cedric considers that. “Fair point,” he tells me. 

I wasn’t expecting Aaron to have the two other SUVS escort us. For the event, I expected some show of force, so I wasn’t surprised when he came with a contingency of wolves, but I get the impression that he’s been more cautious as of late. 

“Are the extra security measures just for my benefit?” I ask. “Or are there other things you aren’t telling me?” 

He stares straight ahead. “Better safe than sorry,” he tells me. 

Which doesn’t answer my question. 

I roll my eyes and then glance out the window. 

I’ve got enough problems on my plate, I probably shouldn’t court any extras anyway. But there is a pang of hurt. It’s brief but sharp. 

At the core of …whatever our relationship is…there has never 

been trust. 

Power and privilege. 

Motives and agendas. 

Passion and pain. 

I wonder if this is all we are capable of. 

It might be nice to live in mediocrity, to have some boring existence without the drama or extremes. It doesn’t suit Aaron. He’s made for bigger things. But me…I wouldn’t mind a quiet home. A family. 

I could live without the fighting and drama. 

I try to make sense of everything that happened tonight, but it