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
“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
“No. Of course not,” I say easily.
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.
Feeling those broken bits of my heart
coming back together again.
You see… it’s these moments. The tender
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
I touch my mouth.
Aaron is cold and controlled and closed
But these glimpses of warmth…
They are what give me hope.
That maybe there is more to our
And hope… hope is really dangerous for
a dying girl like me.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
But that will change.
I watch as the text she’s sending to her
father and brother about which stocks to
unload goes through.
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.