Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 205

LEAH

climb into the backseat with Aaron’s wolf, even though it’s clear he’s not conscious any longer.

My head is aching and the side of my face is sticky with blood, and I still don’t really understand what

happened.

All I can do is try not to panic at the sight of bright red staining the beautiful fur of Aaron’s wolf.

James said he wouldn’t die, but there’s so much blood.

“Please be okay,” I whisper, gently rubbing his ears.

Maybe a lot has happened between me and Aaron-good and bad-but I know one thing for sure.

I can’t live without him.

love him and sometimes I hate him and I can’t stand the fact

he’s partly responsible for the loss of our child.

But I refuse to live in a world where Aaron no longer exists.

The SUV rocks as James and William climb in the front seat, and then we’re tearing out of there before

the police can arrive.

The authorities will trace the license plate on Aaron’s SUV right back to him, but it’ll be easier to make

up some excuse as to why we fled the scene of the accident, instead of trying to explain why we have a

giant wolf bleeding in the backseat.

“Leah, are you okay?” James asks in a harsh voice.

I hang onto the door handle as he takes a corner too fast, tires squealing.

“Yeah, I think so,” I reply. “Aaron is the one we should be

worried about.”

“He’ll survive,” William cuts in. “Just like he survived the last

one.”

My head whips up at this and I stare at William.

“What do you mean the last one?” I demand as James sends William a sharp look like he’s opened his

mouth when he

shouldn’t have.

“Tell me, James!” I practically shout.

James heaves a sigh, and accelerates through an intersection,

leaving a chorus of car horns behind us.

“A little over a week ago, someone jumped Aaron in an alley and shot him full of silver wolfsbane

bullets,” James answers reluctantly.

“Why would someone do that?” I question in shock, but things are starting to pull together in my mind. I

wrap my arm tighter around the wolf, heedless of the blood. “And why the hell didn’t he tell me?”

Well, that’s obvious. Because he tells me nothing these days.

But someone tried to kill my mate, and he doesn’t think that’s something I need to know about?

I’m terrified for him, as well as hurt and shocked and upset that he went through that on his own.

Didn’t he know this would change things?

Didn’t he think that if I knew he’d almost died, I might look at things in a different light?

“He didn’t want you to know,” James replies. “He doesn’t want you to know any of it.”

I catch James’s gaze in the rearview mirror, and I can see

there’s more, that maybe James and Aaron had a

disagreement over not telling me.

“He doesn’t want me to know any of what, James?” I ask, my

heart pounding.

“Someone has been trying to kill Aaron for the last few

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