Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

AARON 

Leah’s smirking. 

I love that look. It’s confident and sexy and just a bit arrogant. 

And as an Alpha, it’s a damn good look on her. 

It’s the kind of look that makes me want to bend her over this 

conference table. 

Her lips twitch like she knows exactly what I’m thinking. 

It’s not a bad idea. 

Two board members topple their chairs as they get up and 

start yelling. 

Two others are flipping through their folders trying to read everything and acting like they haven’t done anything wrong. 

The last members, two females and one male, are sitting back 

in their chairs completely shellshocked. 

The only two wolves on this board. An Alpha named Sean MacPhearson and a second leader, Claude Taggerty, don’t 

kick up a fuss. 

They walk out of the room. 

Yes, well the writing has been on the wall. 

For years. 

I’m not feeling particularly sorry for any of these bastards. 

Liam steps into the havoc. He doesn’t actually say anything. He just moves until he’s standing next to Leah. That show of solidarity has an immediate effect. These board 

members realize that they aren’t going to bully her or talk 

their way out of this. 

I move until I stand on Leah’s opposite side. I actually own 51% of this corporation and if any of them bothered to keep up to date on the stock sales, they’d know that too. 

“Mr. Rathborn,” one of the men says. His name is Hugo Clarkson and he’s on more than one board with me. “Your recent acquisitions would mean that you own the controlling shares of Roberts Corporation.” 

Okay. So at least one of them has done their homework. 

“As the controlling member,” Clarkson says, “It’s you. Not Miss 

Roberts or her brother who can make these decisions. I’m sure 

you can recognize that her hasty assessment and rash actions are misplaced in this situation.” 

Divide and conquer. I see what he’s trying to do here. 

Leah glances at me. 

“Are you calling my wife rash and questioning her judgment, Clarkson?” my voice is almost a growl, I’m so angry. 

His pasty white face flushes all blotchy. “That’s not what I 

said!” 

Insulting Leah was definitely not the right strategy. “An insult to my wife is an insult to me.” 

Now the old man blanches. 

“Leah, Liam, shall we conduct a vote?” I ask. “All in favor?”