Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

“Leah!” 

The roar echoes through the house. 

Aaron is home. 

And he is in a bad mood. 

“I have to go, Adam. I’ll call you soon.” 

“Wait! There’s something-” 

I click off the phone and shove it into the back pocket of my 

jeans. 

Then I run down the stairs-it’s way easier going down than 

up-and follow his hollering to the study. 

Aaron is at his computer. He motions for me to sit beside him. 

I hold my breath. 

Being alone with this man…does something to me. 

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I’m dying and it’s my blood being used to water the dead. 

There is some irony in that, I’m sure. 

I feel Aaron behind me before I hear him. 

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He crowds me which stirs my body to aching awareness. And even that feels like an insult. That I should crave this man, that 1 should want to mate and celebrate life, even as my body is eroding on the inside and edging toward death. 

Or maybe it is my imminent death that has me clinging so 

hard. 

“What’s wrong? Why are you so sad all the time? And where the hell did you go the other day?” 

He had me locked up to the point of starvation and I wouldn’t tell him. I cast him a rueful smile. Whyever would he think I’d 

tell him now? 

Aaron growls. “You’re very frustrating, Leah.” 

But at least he isn’t locking me away or resorting to some 

other awful tactic. 

“Your dad called the main packhouse,” he tells me. 

“I had a bunch of missed calls from him.” When I was imprisoned my phone died and I wasn’t able to charge it. 

“Make sure you call him today.” 

With that said, Aaron strides back to his computer. He has several spreadsheets up for stocks he’s been tracking and I go and sit near him so I can see. Because that’s why my father 

called. 

To demand that I send him $500,000.00. 

Aaron’s busy texting and answering emails from his phone. When it rings a few minutes later, he strolls out of the study.