Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36 

AARON 

The conversation at the hospital with Liam and Adam plays over and over in my mind as I sit in the main dining room of the mansion. And then Leah…throwing me out. Leah telling me we’re done. Leah silencing the doctor and demanding that her medical information only be relayed to her. 

What is she hiding? 

And how the he ll did Liam know about something that happened here before Leah even arrived? 

“Aaron, is everything okay? You’re not eating.” 

We’re in the formal dining room of the mansion. I’m seated at the head of the table. Jessica stands beside me, switching her weight from foot to foot nervously. 

She wrings her hands and tries again to gain my attention. “The food is getting cold.” 

Chef has made a slew of dishes-all of Leah’s favorites. Funny, if asked a week ago, if I knew what food she liked, I wouldn’t have known. But the details come into focus. 

There’s salmon and steaks. Roasted vegetables and a giant bowl of mashed potatoes. Biscuits, baked sweet potatoes and brussel 

sprouts-yes, she actually really likes those. 

When you stand to lose someone, you remember things about them you don’t even realize you know. 

The delicious scent of apples and cinnamon pours out of the kitchen. Apple pies. 

“Aaron, it’s over.” She pours me a flute of Champagne and one for herself. Then she sits next to me. “We don’t have to deal with those dreadful Roberts anymore! With the Alpha gone and their pack in disarray, there is nothing for us to worry about. You did it, Aaron. You have avenged our families!” 

She deserves to feel joy and vindication for her parents and elder brother. She lost so much. But I can’t seem to find the 

same satisfaction in what I’ve done. 

I don’t feel anything, really. 

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“Leah wants a divorce. And with the old Alpha gone, you can give her one,” she says like it’s a prompt to a larger conversation 

And it is, it’s just not a conversation I have any interest in having 

with her. 

I say nothing. 

She takes a sip of Champagne and licks the bubbles off her upper lip. 

“You can even claim their lands, before the divorce. At least a 

portion of them.” Her eyes light up. “That brother of hers is as deranged as the father. Once someone puts him down, there will be a clear path to their lands and all their resources.” 

She’s speaking plainly and there isn’t actually anything wrong with what she’s saying. The plan is sound. I’ve been buying up Roberts lands and stocks in preparation of a moment just like this. She isn’t voicing any ideas I haven’t already mulled over. 

Except the divorce that is. 

There will be no divorce. 

And as to Liam… he won’t be so easy to displace. 

“We’re out of danger now.” She raises her glass in a toast. “You’ve led us to this victory, Aaron.”