Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 12

perimeter. Everyone in this pack from the Alpha down to the lowest pack member must take a turn at patrolling

the property. We’re in an isolated area and his pack owns

hundreds of square miles of property with the whole western.

side flanking a state park, but we can never be too sure.

Humans are everywhere.

And so are enemy wolves.

I can’t shift and run the way the rest of the wolves here do, but I know the game trails well enough.

The fresh air fills my lungs carrying the scent of spring and fresh rain and lilacs. Those were my mother’s favorites, and I

planted them all around the main house.

Before I cut onto the southern trail, I turn back to the mansion.

It sits like a behemoth on the hillside, and in the distance

are rows and rows of neat little houses and cabins. Some

two hundred families live and work in this area and the

surrounding countryside. I wasn’t born here, but it feels like

home.

of the time.

Maybe.

cell phone. My dad hasn’t called. Not to say

after me. I turned over every dollar

and saved in my

got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

stop feeling sorry

3/4

the scents change.

the pine and birch, the moist earth

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could

better. To see and smell and taste and feel with such

the world around me.

run these trails. I’d run as fast and

I was gasping for breath and my muscles shook.

I walk now.

Slowly.

and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where

me is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely perfect.

from the mansion

fast beat of something big,

Love: An Alpha’s

gray is

a

to tail with darker tones along his chest and

until he’s even

an inquisitive twist of his

of me wants to rail about

to give him an out