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.

the

Maybe.

glance at my cell phone. My dad hasn’t called.

after me. I turned over every

in my

a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling sorry

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the forest and the scents change. I can

be to smell the pine and

always wanted my own

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

connection to the world

these trails. I’d run as fast and as far

breath and my muscles

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in the

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

mansion when I hear

heavy, fast beat of something big,

An Alpha’s

flash of gray

a

to tail with darker tones

He runs until he’s

a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression of “what’s up?”

of me wants to rail about Jessica. To

can answer. And I’m not about to give him an out when all