Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron)
Chapter 201

Chapter 201

AARON

Don't try to find me, you'll only make things worse like usual.

I've barely finished reading the words of the text message Leah sent me when I've crushed yet another phone. Damn it.

These stu pid devices were not made to be used by any wolf, let alone Alphas who spend half their time being enraged because their mate is a stubborn she-wolf, unsurpassed by any other stubborn she-wolf that ever came before her.

I've just come out of a business meeting, so I go up to my officer over to my desk to grab out another new phone, retrieving the sim card from the wreckage of the last device and quickly putting it into the new

one.

Then I'm calling James.

"Where the fuck is my mate?" I bark at him as soon as he

answers.

"Chill, Aaron, I put a tracker on her. I wasn't about to let her

disappear on me again."

I grind my teeth, infuriated at James telling me to chill at a time like this, and then unable to decide if I'm extra infuriated or grateful that my Beta apparently took it upon himself to track my mate's every movement.

"Where is she?" I repeat, no less furious.

"At a bar, I'll text you the address," James answers, and almost immediately, my phone vibrates with an incoming text.

"Where are you?" I ask him, wondering how my mate managed to ditch him again, and what I even pay him for at this point.

"On my way there. About ten minutes out," James answers.

"If anything happens to her-"

"I know," James cuts me off impatiently. "Disembowelment and death. I get the picture."

"Do you, James? Because I'm starting to wonder," I snap at him, before hanging up the phone.

I don't really mean it, and I'm sure he knows that.

If I'm being honest, he's just the easier target to take out my

frustration. Good friend that he is, he lets me.

I know exactly who my mate is, and how wily and smart she can be.

Even I'd struggle to keep track of her if she really didn't want

me to.

It's why I know there'll never be a more perfect mate for me.

I tell my assistant that I'm leaving early, and then rush out to the SUV and tear my way through the city at dangerous speeds.

I text Ryker to meet me and then put the address for the bar

into the vehicle's GPS.

vaguely know where it is-in a seedy part of town where no respectable wolf or person ever ventures.

I'm sure it was Tobin's idea to have Leah meet him there, the

bastard.

It feels like it takes forever to arrive, even though I've definitely broken every county speed limit to get here.

It's the type of place with motorcycles parked out the front, tacky beer neons competing for space in the windows, while guys-most of them wolves-covered in tatts and leather smoke where they're loitering The sid

When I climb out of my luxury SUV in a suit that probably costs. more than one of the trash-mobiles they call motorbikes, it's clear I don't belong, and they eye me like they're wondering if I'm worth the pickings.

However, all it takes is to draw on a fraction of the Alpha power I possess, to stare them down with a low snarl, and they're turning away, becoming submissive like a bunch of sniveling children. Pathetic. I stalk into the place like I own it, and see a woman working behind the bar, eyeing me appreciatively.

I stride over, flashing her a million-dollar smile.

"Tobin, where is he?"

Because somehow I just know this is the kind of place where he's a regular and they know him.

The woman nods her chin toward a door off to the side.

"Private room. Said he didn't want to be disturbed."

"Oh, I'm not going to disturb him," I say reasonably, and the

woman looks confused.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kill him."