Toxic Love An Alpha’s Regret - Season 1 Episode 9
The roar echoes through the house.
Aaron is home.
And he is in a bad mood.
“I have to go, Adam. I’ll call you soon.”
“Wait! There’s something-”
I click off the phone and shove it into the
back pocket of my jeans.
Then I run down the stairs-it’s way easier
going down than up-and follow his
hollering to the study.
Aaron is at his computer. He motions for
me to sit beside him.
I hold my breath.
Being alone with this man…does something to me.
But I can’t stay on this rollercoaster of highs and lows. I don’t want to spend
what little time I have left hating myself
“Why aren’t you working in your office?” I
His dark eyes hold me captive. “It’s our office, princess. And I can work anywhere I choose to.”
Okay. It’s going to be an argumentative
And since when was anything ‘ours’ –
I’ve been made to feel at best like an enemy and at worst like some kind of captive S** slave.
Good enough to f*ck but never to love.
I recall Aaron punishing me because I wouldn’t give him the answers he sought. His harsh treatment left me nearly
delirious with hunger and fever. Jessica had taken who knows how many pints of
blood from me.
I cross to the opposite side of the room and sweep the heavy curtains aside. At the far edge of the expansive grounds,
several football fields in the distance,
I can make out the outline of the pack cemetery. The headstones look small
from this distance. But not so small that I
don’t see the reddish black stains.
From my blood, poured on top of each of
I’m dying and it’s my blood being used to
water the dead.
There is some irony in that, I’m sure.
I feel Aaron behind me before I hear him.
He crowds me which stirs my body
to aching awareness. And even that
feels like an insult. That I should crave
this man, that I should want to mate
and celebrate life, even as my body is eroding on the inside and edging toward
Or maybe it is my imminent death that has me clinging so hard.
“What’s wrong? Why are you so sad all the time? And where the hell did you go
the other day?”
He had me locked up to the point of starvation and I wouldn’t tell him. I cast
him a rueful smile. Whyever would he
think I’d tell him now?
Aaron growls. “You’re very frustrating,
But at least he isn’t locking me away or resorting to some other awful tactic.
“Your dad called the main packhouse,”
he tells me.
“I had a bunch of missed calls from him.” When I was imprisoned my phone died and I wasn’t able to charge it.
“Make sure you call him today.”
With that said, Aaron strides back to his computer. He has several spreadsheets up for stocks he’s been tracking and I go
and sit near him so I can see. Because
that’s why my father called.
To demand that I send him $500,000.00.
Aaron’s busy texting and answering
emails from his phone. When it rings a
few minutes later, he strolls out of the
I have savings and a decent portfolio that I’ve managed to grow over the years, but that’s still a lot of cash to ask
from one’s child.
In all the texts and missed calls that I
see on my phone from my dad, not one inquires about me. They are all about
Leah, I need cash.
Leah, send it now.
Leah, don’t you dare ignore me!
And on they went for days. His last ones are threatening and just reading them makes my chest ache and my stomach
I transfer the entirety of my savings, so
he’ll have access to several million.
The money is gone.
I wait several seconds.
I don’t get a thank you or even a phone
Just a single text: received.
I hate that he never asked about me or
in my lack of replies thought to worry or
come here to check on me.
“Your father’s a piece of shit,” Aaron tells