Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 

AARON 

“Then get off your as s, quit hiding like a scared little girl, and fight them yourself.” 

Leah’s chest heaves. She’s angry and she should be. She’s 

been fighting me for most of her life, why the he ll would she 

start feeling sorry for herself now? 

If anything, she should be elated to be back with her ‘family’ 

“Hey,” I catch her hand before she can storm off. That spark is there, as strong as ever. “Take a second. I didn’t come here to 

argue with you.” 

“You sure about that?” 

“Tell me what you need.” 

Her eyes search mine like she wants to say something. 

I use the grip on her hand to pull her closer, but she pushes against my chest, blocking me from holding her. “Just tell me the protocol, Aaron. It’s been a bit of a slow transition here and I’ll be honest, I haven’t made a great mark to start. What 

would you do in my shoes?” she asks candidly. 

“Show your strength, Leah. You’re smart. Show your resilience. What does this pack need, how can you provide it? Be 

supportive and invite the pack-every member-to contact you directly. I know there’s risk with that-” 

“Is that what your welcome package was about?” 

The guns and knives? “Yeah. Mostly. Speaking of…you’re not carrying.” 

“No. Uh. I saw you and I rushed out without thinking.” 

Her answer pleases me. 

She addresses my men. “It’s good to see you all. I appreciate the support and that you’d come this far to help me.” 

It’s not like they had a choice. But several of my guys nod or take a knee. “We’re happy to be here,” Claudio says. 

Another teammate, Benny, says: “It’s an honor to attend your 

coronation, Alpha Leah.” 

She smiles brightly. 

And there it is, that burst of light and life that I’ll forever 

associate with this woman. I’ve missed it. Missed her. 

“Set up a perimeter,” I say quietly and four of my guys move to take point. “If you can get the main hall restored to order, that might be the best place. Or we could even look to do a cocktail reception in the dining room.” 

I eye the vast open yard with its almost calf-high grass. “We could mow this field, I suppose. If you’d rather be outside.” 

“No,” she says quickly. 

I agree. The conclusion of one of these ceremonies would typically involve shifting. Leah can’t do that. So we don’t want to point to reminders of her inability. 

I grab her hand again and squeeze it. “This is your show, honey.” 

She nods. “You’ll help?” 

“It’s why I’m here.” 

“Let’s prepare the main hall then. I think just cleaning out the frat house vibes will make the space more welcoming overall. This is the main packhouse. It should accommodate children 

and families.” 

I nod. To my men I say, “Get in there. If we need something, don’t waste time asking. Just take the initiative to get it.” 

The guys file past and into the house. 

Leah rubs her arms. “Cold?” 

She doesn’t reply but I see the gooseflesh rising on her skin. I briskly rub her arms. It’s meant to be perfunctory. She’s cold. I’m warming her. 

Tell that to my di ck. 

It’s been hard since she answered the phone. 

And now that my hands are on her skin, it’ll take a miracle to stop me from dragging her into the nearest room, closet or nook and f**king her senseless. 

I’ve had fantasies about that stu pid twin bed. 

But seeing her expression just now…something’s not right. 

“What aren’t you telling me, honey?” 

She startles like I’ve slapped her. “I, uh, should take a shower and make myself look more presentable.” She frowns. “I don’t