Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 94

I manage to extricate myself from Aaron. It’s no small feat.

The man is an Alpha in every sense of the word, and his

personality is its own force of nature that calls to me.

He’d brought my left hand to his lips at one point, all under the polite guise of thanking me for the

dance. But then he rubbed his thumb over my ring finger. It was a pointed reminder that I didn’t have

either of my rings on.

But really.

We weren’t together anymore.

The way he acted like we still were or like it was some foregone conclusion that we would be again…

his absolute confidence, it has me doubting things.

I ha te that I’m so fickle.

I have a knife in the pocket of my pantsuit. Another strapped to my ankle.

Despite that this is a welcome ceremony. That I am the Alpha

of this pack. I look at each packmate in attendance here and

evaluate each of them as a viable threat to me.

I’m a lamb amongst wolves in every sense of the comparison. When I coughed a few times, it had

some of the wolves looking at me askance. There will come a time when they will

know. When I won’t be able to hide my si ckness any longer.

And what then?

I’d be wise to have a succession plan in place.

“You holding up alright, shorty?” It’s the dark-haired woman from my father’s bedroom.

“You’re like an inch taller than me,” I say.

She’s dressed in a floor-length gown that somehow manages to look stunning and effortless. Not

overdressed, but still really

classy.

“I didn’t catch your name,” I tell her.

The other night, she’d been, uh, busy. One of the girls from that menage was older than me in school

by a few years,

Deanna.

“Selene.”

I’m a lamb amongst wolves in every sense of the comparison. When I coughed a few times, it had

some of the wolves looking at me askance. There will come a time when they will know. When I won’t

be able to hide my sickness any longer.

And what then?

I’d be wise to have a succession plan in place.

“You holding up alright, shorty?” It’s the dark-haired woman from my father’s bedroom.

“You’re like an inch taller than me,” I say.

She’s dressed in a floor-length gown that somehow manages to look stunning and effortless. Not

overdressed, but still really

classy.

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The other night, she’d been, uh, busy. One of the girls from

that menage was older than me in school by a few years,

Deanna.

I’m a lamb amongst wolves in every sense of the comparison. When I coughed a few times, it had

some of the wolves

looking at me askance. There will come a time when they will know. When I won’t be able to hide my

sickness any longer.

And what then?

I’d be wise to have a succession plan in place.

“You holding up alright, shorty?” It’s the dark-haired woman from my father’s bedroom.

“You’re like an inch taller than me,” I say.

She’s dressed in a floor-length gown that somehow manages

to look stunning and effortless. Not overdressed, but still really

classy.

“I didn’t catch your name,” I tell her.

The other night, she’d been, uh, busy. One of the girls from

that menage was older than me in school by a few years,

Deanna.

I nod.

“It’s a lovely ceremony,” I say.

“Oh, please let’s not resort to small talk.”

“Fine with me.”

She smirks. “It wasn’t all just for the sake of peace,” she says, gesturing with her glass of Champagne

to Aaron. “I’ve never seen a man look so hungry. And your father had quite the appetite.”

Ew. Gross.

She laughs. Then she sobers abruptly. “There is power in you. More than you realize.”

frown. I’m nobody.

I’m not the prettiest female in this room. Not by a longshot. I’m a bulldog compared to this elegant wolf

beside me. And I’m

human.

She taps my chest. “It’s in here. Beauty fades. Wolves age. Who we are at our core… that’s what has

the power to unify a pack.” She casts another glance at Aaron. “Or to bring a male

like that to his knees.”