Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 42

AARON

I bought flowers.

A bouquet of lilacs and lillies and a whole bu nch of other blooms that I don’t know the names of, but

that are bright and cheerful. I don’t particularly like how strong they smell.

When I knocked James out and left the mansion, I found myself driving back here.

To Leah.

I’ve been wrong about a lot of things with her.

I know that.

She deserves truth, if nothing else.

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So… flowers.

She’ll likely throw them back in my face, and rightfully so. I know she doesn’t want to see me, let alone

speak to me, but there are things she doesn’t know.

About my pack.

About hers.

About how much she means to me.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” Adam says. He has two security guards behind him. They’re wolves.

Roberts pack, I suspect, and they don’t appear shy about throwing down in this facility.

I roll my shoulders.

I’m itching to fight.

Adam holds out his arms, blocking the guards from me. “We’re not doing this here. Leah’s been

through enough. She needs to rest after her treatments-”

“What treatments?”

Adam snaps his mo uth sh ut. “You’re not welcome here. She doesn’t want to see you. This isn’t just a

pack issue, it’s on record with the hospital, Aaron. You may have walked in like you own the place, but

there are protocols and surveillance, and a whole slew of humans that work in this facility. You may be

an Alpha on your lands, but that doesn’t matter here.”

“I’m not here to make problems. I just want to talk to Leah. She deserves the truth.”

“Yes.” Adam scoffs. “And you’ve had ten years to share it with her.”

“I’m going to see my wife.” My implication is clear, no one is going to stop me

The guards’ shoulders go up, almost like their inner wolves’ hackles are rising.

“You’re going to let me say my piece, and then if Leah wants me gone, I’ll go.”

Adam shakes his head.

“Don’t make this hard, Adam.”

I’m maybe a hundred feet from Leah’s room. I can see the female physician from earlier picking up a

phone, probably to call security. She looks anxious and she’s shaking her head worriedly.

“Call them off, Adam,” I warn him. “I swear if you block me from this, I’ll do everything in my power to

make your life a living he ll.”

“I can’t do that. I owe it to Leah to respect her wishes.”

Part of me respects him for it.

Somebody needs to defend her. I sure as he ll didn’t.

My hands curl into fists…”If it is a fight you want…”

“Doctor! Adam!” He turns at the female running toward him.

It’s that same middle-aged female physician, interfering again. She eyes me warily then pulls Adam

aside.

“We can’t find her,” she says.

She pitched her voice low, but my wolf senses are acute.

“She’s not in her room or the oncology department.”

Oncology? Wait. Does she mean ca ncer?

“What the he ll are you saying?” Adam asks.

“Yeah,” I bu tt in. “I want to know what the he ll is going on. Where is my wife?”

The physician frowns. “She appears to have left the hospital. She’s missing.”