Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 331

I run off Rathborn lands, but this time it’s on purpose.

And once I’m far enough away from pack territory and into the public National Park, I quickly make my way to the spot I’ve seen Ronan twice now.

I’m hoping to see him again, and part of me thinks I should have messaged him to check he was going to be out here again today. I know I’m taking a risk, particularly if Axel’s tied up with our enemy breaching our borders, but that’s to the North and I’m here, in broad daylight, far to the North.

I barely know him, but there’s something almost magnetic about him.

Plus, he’s listened and seems to care in a way other people in my life simply don’t.

I want to get to know him better, and my heart flutters as I idly wonder just how well I might get to know him…if we might become something more than friends.

The idea thrills me, but my wolf is unhappy and sulky about it.

She wants us to go back to Rathborn lands, back to our mate, back to Axel.

Clearly, she has no self-respect, and doesn’t care about the fact that he rejected us and has treated me terribly.

I push down my brooding wolf and continue on through the forest.

When I step out through the trees and into the clearing, I’m thrilled to once again see Ronan sitting on a picnic blanket, this time writing in a journal of some kind.

“Do you live out here or something?” I ask as I cross over to him.

He looks up with a smile. “I could ask the same of you.”

I sit down on the blanket without waiting to be invited, but Ronan is smiling, so I know he doesn’t mind. He reaches down to a container and lifts it.

“Chocolate muffin?” he offers. “Made fresh this morning.”

I take one, my mouth watering at the scent of freshly baked muffin, even though breakfast wasn’t that long ago.

“Did you make these yourself?” I ask before biting into it and trying not to moan at the spongey chocolatey goodness of it.

Ronan gives a quick shrug. “I like to bake.”

I can’t help but smile. “Keep this up, and I’m going to start thinking that you’re kind of amazing.”

He smiles in return, but there’s an edge to the expression, like maybe he’s not telling me something, or he’s worried about something.

I realize for all the times we’ve talked, I’ve gone on and on about my stuff, but he hasn’t really told me anything about himself apart from the basics.

I feel myself blushing from his praise and find myself wishing if only Axel had such a high opinion of me.