Toxic Love An Alpha’s Regret - Season 1 Episode 10

“I thought you left.”

He stands by the door, watching me as

I’ve been working from my phone, where

I’ve been alternating between reading

the financial reports he left queued

on his computer, and transferring the

money.

“I hope you didn’t do something you’ll

regret,” he says.

Like handing over millions of dollars that my husband likely considers ‘ours’ to my

father-his enemy?

“No. Of course not,” I say easily.

He snorts.

I point to two companies whose shares

we’ve both been following for a while.

“You marked these to offload. Is there

something wrong with the financial projections?”

He nods. “Both companies are about to go belly up.”

Oh no. I bought ten thousand shares of each on behalf of my father’s pack last

month. I don’t exactly hide that I make those investments, but technically it’s all managed by my father, I just pa*s along

information from my research or that

Aaron shares with me.

He smirks. Then he comes back into the

room, tilts up my chin with his big hand and kisses me. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

I’m pretty sure my mouth is still hanging open as he leaves.

Those two words…

To hear him say them, to apologize.

Aaron doesn’t ‘do’ apologies.

And just moments ago he was smirking. What exactly is he apologizing for, I wonder. Not that it matters. It’s enough that he gave me the words. Finally.

I sink back into the chair. Shocked.

Elated.

Feeling those broken bits of my heart

coming back together again.

You see… it’s these moments. The tender

ones.

The heated embraces and possessive

glances. The way he holds me at night,

or does something unexpectedly sweet.

The way this man with a single look,

with one kiss, can claim every part of my

body.

I touch my mouth.

Aaron is cold and controlled and closed

off.

But these glimpses of warmth…

They are what give me hope.

That maybe there is more to our

relationship.

And hope… hope is really dangerous for

a dying girl like me.

AARON

**

I wait in the hallway and listen.

I can hear Leah’s shuttered breaths.

I’ve confused her, as I’ve intended.

The way to break her is not with force.

She is too strong for that.

But her heart is big and open and her

trusting nature…now that is a prime

thing for me to exploit.

Because I have every intention of

keeping her where she belongs.

Here.

Though walls and distance surround us, I swear I can feel her joy, like some force of positive energy radiating from her to

My phone blinks and I see that funds

have been transferred. I’ve never

micromanaged her finances before,

because I didn’t have a reason to. She

doesn’t spend a lot of money. She isn’t

into fancy clothes or expensive jewelry. She sends money back home but the

funds she had from her dowry were hers,

and I allowed her to manage them as

she chose to.

Her father gave her a pittance of money when she was pledged to me. We’ve grown that amount a hundred times

over.

I never touched a dime of my wife’s. But from the moment she went ‘missing’ last

week, that all ended.

I track her whereabouts with her cell and

I now get an update of any changes to

her accounts. From coins for a game on

her iphone to Amazon orders she has

sent to the mansion.

Most of the charges are subscriptions for regular, pack-related items and

necessities. But that account transfer to

her dad…

I’ll say it again: He’s a piece of shit.

What kind of man takes from his child? What kind of parent lets a kid work or suffer to support him?

We dressed it up as an “arranged marriage for peace” but Robert had

been intent on selling his daughter,

even when she’d been barely a teen.

He didn’t know what kind of man I was.

He could’ve been handing her over to a

beast.

And seriously, he had to a*sume

the worst, given the hatred and

long-standing feuds between our packs.

After what he did to my sister…

Why would he think I’d be anything less than brutal to his offspring?

And still… he sent a girl to war.

He sent that girl to me.

My hands curl into fists.

I never touched her. The thought never

even crossed my mind. After we were

married, it was a few years before we crossed that line because despite my

hatred for her father and her pack,

I would not take advantage of an

innocent.

And that’s what Leah is.

An innocent woman caught up in her pack’s machinations and forced to pay their blood debt to me.

Leah never wants to see that truth for

what it is.

That her father is a vile monster, capable

of anything.

But that will change.

Very soon.

I watch as the text she’s sending to her

father and brother about which stocks to

unload goes through.

Excellent.

The messages are sent and received.

That’s another new bit of intel, having her phone automatically sync its texts to mine. I’ll see every one and by the gods, I’m going to figure out where she’s been and why she’s been acting so strangely.