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.

My dad hasn’t called. Not to say

inquire after me. I turned over every dollar

in my

got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

to stop feeling sorry for myself.

3/4

and the scents change. I

smell the pine and

my own

better. To see and smell and taste and

the world around me.

these trails. I’d run as fast and

gasping for breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy

of life that is both

the mansion

heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding

An Alpha’s

flash of gray

is a

to tail with darker tones

He runs until he’s

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

rail about Jessica.

Aaron can answer. And I’m not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark or