Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 32

“Why didn’t you try to change her?”

It’s Adam.

He’s a bonafide pain in my a ss, and if he thinks I owe him any kind of explanation, he has another

thing coming.

I sit by Leah’s bedside.

“I asked you a question,” Adam growls.

I lunge out of my seat and tackle him to the ground.

For a leaner wolf, he’s strong.

I wrench his arm behind his back until I hear it snap.

His eyes sh oot blue. He’s an Arctic wolf from the same line as Leah’s family, and he doesn’t back

down. With his other arm, he punches me in the face. I hear the snap of my nose before the pain sh

oots into my brain.

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He elbows me in the spleen and I pummel his kidneys with my fist.

Adam swings his arm and tries to smash my face into the floor.

We grapple and I come out on top. I slam his sk ull into the ground. Again and again.

“Get off our resident doctor, Aaron.”

We both freeze and glance toward the door to the patient room. Liam Roberts leans against the closed

door with his arms

crossed.

I shove off of Adam and rise slowly.

We’re in a public hospital and there are humans everywhere.

We can’t shift and a dead body will be really hard to explain. There’s a pool of blood on the ground

where I likely cracked

Adam’s sk ull.

He disappears into the patient bathroom to take care of his injuries.

I move off to the center of the room, keeping Liam in my sight and maneuvering so I am physically

blocking his path to his

sister.

Liam has every reason to ha te me and I suspect Adam does too.

“This pact,” Liam says. “It’s over. My sister isn’t leaving here with you.”

I snarl. “You just try it.”

Adam exits the restroom and moves to stand beside Liam. They’re both tall. Lean. Liam’s hair is the

same dark color as his sister’s. Their eyes have the same hazel color too. Liam’s a few years older

than her which has me thinking he should’ve done more to protect her back then.

He wouldn’t have been old, but he would’ve been old enough. “If you were thinking of standing up for

your sister, you should’ve done it years ago. When she was a child in need of protecting.”

Liam growls.

I square my shoulders. I won’t back down.

“Aaron,” Adam says quietly. He snaps his arm back into place. The crunch of bone has to hurt. “You

need to let her go.”

He looks sad and defeated and the abrupt change in his mood makes me uncomfortable.

Something doesn’t feel right about this.

About any of it.

One of the human doctors comes into the room and glances around at the machinery that’s on the

ground. She picks up a monitor and resets the electronics. She stares at the blood and

then looks at each of us.

Adam must’ve shifted at least partially to hide and heal the damage to his sk ull. But from the angle, I

can still see blood on the back collar of his wh ite lab coat.

The female physician thinks better of commenting on the mess we’ve made.

“I need to have paperwork signed by her legal partner or next of kin.”

“I’m her husband.” I step toward the physician.

“Actually,” Liam interrupts. “He isn’t. Their marriage was never valid.”