Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 

I don’t move or say anything for several seconds. There’s a moment, where, objectively, I consider what Liam’s asking of 

It would be a decisive victory. It would eliminate a threat that has loomed over Pack Roberts for close to a century. This war has raged for so long. It began generations before any of us were even conceived. 

“Give the command, Leah. You don’t have to worry about anything else…I will take care of it. I’ll take care of everything.” 

There is a thrill that comes with knowing such power is at my fingertips. The power to control whether someone lives or dies. 

But could I? 

I’m not coldblooded. And Aaron…for years and years I’ve loved 

him. 

I touch my lips and Liam frowns. 

His face contorts. 

I know what he sees. And it disgusts him. 

I clear my throat. “If we are going to take out an enemy, we won’t do it with deception or a bullet to the back. That will only 

prompt more retaliation and I assure you, Aaron’s pack is vast and strong. They outnumber Pack Roberts three-to-one.” I take a sip of coffee to distract his attention. “I appreciate the suggestion, but we won’t resort to murder today.” 

“Murder!? Oh, dear. Am I interrupting something?” 

A female lingers in the doorway. She looks to be my age, maybe a few years older. Her eyes are bright. Her reddish brown hair is long and sleek, with these big s*xy curls at the ends. She looks polished and perfect and her smile is bright. 

Liam laughs easily. “My sister is bloodthirsty. But she’s a wolf committed to the Old Ways.” 

By Old Ways, if he means fighting with honor and not staging assassinations, then, yes, I guess I’m old-fashioned that way. 

“Come here, Marla. Meet my sister Leah.” 

“It’s a pleasure,” she says, holding out her hand as she enters the dining room. “It’s such an honor to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” 

I wonder about that. My brother hasn’t visited me…I don’t think ever. And the last few times I came here, he was offlands. 

We don’t talk or text. Well, unless he needs something. 

“Are you part of this pack?” I ask.