Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 29

Before she can answer, her phone starts ringing again. “Da mn it. If that’s Adam again…”

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She holds up the phone so I can see it. She swipes to answer.

“Dad?” she says.

“Leeeah.” His voice is muffled and slurred.

He’s drunk.

For wolves, that is an almost impossible feat.

Our metabolisms burn too high for something like alcohol to take root in our systems. If Leah’s dad is

this messed up, he must’ve gone on a real bender.

“Sorry f-for what I did.”

Leah frowns. “Dad, you don’t need to apologize.”

Actually he does.

In fact, I had my men, both teams that came to the Council meeting, sync up with Leah’s dear old

deadbeat dad, to make sure he knew to make things right with his daughter.

gave

Starting with keeping his f**king mo uth sh ut about who him any stock advice and continuing through

with owning up to his own financial failings.

Bottom-line, I wouldn’t have been able to send him Regional Council money if he didn’t spend a solid

week hounding his daughter to steal from me.

Technically, she wasn’t stealing and the money was hers, but her ol’ man didn’t know that. If he hadn’t

been so desperate in the first place, my plan never would have been able to take shape.

“With those funds frozen,” he tells her. “Roberts lands will go into foreclosure. The corporation is in

crisis…”

I’ve seen this coming. It’s why I’ve been buying up Roberts stock and the tax liens.

Leah wasn’t wrong, her dad’s pack really is ripe for the picking.

It’s sad that he mismanaged things so horribly. But that’s his problem not hers.

Leah bites her lower lip. “Dad, we’ll figure it out. It is going to be okay.”

“N-no, it won’t. Not this time.”

I hear him choking on tears through the phone.

“It would’ve been better if the mate bond took me when your

mother d ied,” he says. “But I’m going to see her now. And when I’m gone, that will make sure they

can’t trace anything back to you.”

“Dad? Dad, what are you saying?”

“I should’ve been a better father for you.”

“You are a good father. And a great Alpha.”

He makes another choking sound.

“Dad, where are you?”

He doesn’t answer her and though I’m listening intently, there aren’t any telltale cues for me to place

where he is or how I might intervene in this situation. My phone is across the room on the kitchen

counter. I can call my men–

“Dad!”

“Take care of your brother,” he says.

I hear a familiar click.

The sound of a bullet entering the chamber.