Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189
AARON
I take some time to calm down, but rage at the idea of my Beta f cking my mate keeps my temper on a constant simmer. I search for Leah for a while, but don’t find her, and wonder if
she went running to James.
That thought only makes me want to shred James with my claws next time I see him, but some distant part of me-maybe my wolf-reminds me that I don’t know for sure that Leah and James are sleeping together, so I need to pull myself back before I do something I’ll regret. On an even deeper level, I trust James like a brother, and though he might goad me or try to force my hand, I can’t see him following through with f ucking my wife.
He’s too honest and honorable for something like that.
My wolf makes some rumbling noise of agreement in my head. And when my wolf is being the voice of reason between
us, then I know I’m screwed.
For the sake of my sanity, I try to put Leah and the fight from my mind and go searching for Tobin’s office instead. It’s part
of the reason I wanted to come early.
I get the feeling that it’s possible lobin is mixed up
attempts to kill me, and the dangerous missing Al tech, and I aim to search his office to find proof.
However, when I reach the hall outside Tobin’s office, the first thing I scent is Leah.
Passion is rolling off her in waves, and I think right now she’s like ambrosia walking to any red-blooded wolf who scents
her.
However, then I hear the low tones of Tobin’s voice, speaking seductively, and my mate answering in light teasing tones.
So Leah didn’t run to James, she ran to Tobin instead?
What. the. F uck.
Is this how she plans to get back at me for the slights she perceives that I’ve transgressed against her?
Have sex with every single wolf she knows will enrage me the
most?
I step forward and fling open the door, making it crash into
the wall.
Tobin casually straightens from where he has Leah pinned up
against the desk.
I growl, my fangs and claws emerging in fury.
Tobin, however, simply grins, as if my rage is amusing.
“Did you lose track of your mate, Alpha?” Tobin taunts, shoving his hands into his pockets and strolling toward me. “Maybe you should keep her on a tighter leash, or some other Alphas might start thinking she’s easy-and delicious-pickings.”
I want to attack Tobin so badly, sweat breaks out over my skin.
But to attack Tobin is to attack the Council, especially right
here in the Council offices.
And I have too much to lose to make some hot-headed,
foolish choice like that.
Tobin brushes by me and leaves the room, not bothering to
close the door behind him.
My gaze zeros in on my mate where she’s still leaning provocatively against the edge of the edge of the desk.
I couldn’t demand anything of Tobin.
But by go d, my mate will answer for this.