Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair Chapter 159

Chapter 159
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.
I am still his wife, no matter how many times I told him I want a divorce.
But three packs?
It’s nearly as unheard of as a single Alpha absorbing the power of three Alphas.
I start reading then, more and more information unfolding in front of me.
Aaron has left the day to day running of each pack to me. He really has been doing the bare minimum remotely for the past few months, and since I know Aaron likes to keep busy-thrives on it, actually-I wonder what he’s been doing with all his time.
He’s left instructions for me to take up the reins of fully running both Roberts Corp and his own businesses, and I see that in the time I was in the coma, he has seen through my vision to turn the Roberts Corp building into apartments and has made the business profitable again.
What I can’t find any mention of, and the one thing I really need to know about, was the billion-dollar Al weapons system my
brother had been developing in secret.
It’s going to take me at least a day to go through all of these documents properly, probably weeks of working and visiting in person to bring myself up to speed with where the business and packs are at. And on top of all that, I might also be facing the problem that people won’t easily accept my leadership in Aaron’s absence.
After all, how many years have I been Luna of the Rathborn pack, and they’ve barely tolerated me, let alone respected me enough to listen to anything I had to say.
However, that was before I had a wolf of my own.
Now I can run with them.
I can stand toe-toe with them, look them in the eye, and demand the respect I deserve.
Footsteps bring my attention up from the computer, and I see Adam stepping into the room.
As soon as I see him, I realize he sedated me yesterday to stop me turning and running again, and I can’t care that he thinks it was for my own good.
“What do you want?” I ask flatly before he’s more than two steps into the room.
He hesitates for half a second, and he looks upset, like he feels bad for all that has happened.
“I can understand why you’re upset, Leah, with me and everything that’s happened to you,” he says, walking the rest of the way over and then sitting in a spare chair positioned next to my desk.
Aaron used to sit there sometimes, when he would patiently instruct me on business strategy or stock dealings. That side of him had always confused me-so different to his cold indifference or callous disregard, even different again to when he took me to his bed and worshiped my body until I fell apart again and again-and I used to long for more of it, always trying to come up with excuses for him to sit in that chair.
“Leah,” he continues, reaching over to take my hand. “I think you should come home. Back to Roberts pack lands. Where you belong.”
I snatch my hand away. “I don’t know where I belong anymore, Adam.”
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The truth of it is too harsh, and I have to swallow down my emotions or else my wolf will come rushing up to take control again.
No, I don’t know where I bolorig.
But I know what my responsibilities are.
And unlike Aaron who apparently decided it would be easier to simply leave and manage things from afar, I am determined to stay and do the work that needs to be done.
Right now, keeping myself busy is the only way I can see getting through the pain and confusion.
Adam sits back, clearly disappointed.
“Will you at least come down to the medical annex so I can give you a check up?”
“It’s been six months, I’m told… so I’m assuming the cancer is gone. Or I’d be dead.”
He nods.
Wolves regenerate and I feel the difference in not just my body but my mind too. I’m stronger. Powerful in ways I have yet to comprehend.
I glance at the computer screen, and think there’s not much else I can do here today. I need to get out into the pack and talk to the members. Go to California and check in with our business associates. God only knows what they must be thinking if Aaron
hasn’t shown his face in months. Especially the human ones.
I need to go and reassure them, because rumors about bad business practices and absent CEOs can tank share prices just as
easily as actual mismanagement can.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Adam says. “Please, come to the lab.”
“I’m not interested in any more tests,” I tell him. “And the next time you sedate me or try to control me in any way, I swear it’ll be
the last thing you do.”
He nods begrudgingly. “I only sought to protect you.”
I sense that he genuinely means it. Like Aaron and even James, they’re all in a hurry to protect me.
I only wish they’d done the same thing for my child.