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.

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

after me. I turned

in

a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling sorry

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and the scents change.

it must be to smell the pine

own wolf so

see and smell and taste and feel with

to the

to run these trails. I’d run as fast

for breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

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

a circle of life that is

maybe a mile from the mansion when

fast beat of something big,

Love: An Alpha’s

flash of gray

is a huge wolf.

with darker tones along his chest and

until he’s even

a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression

wants to rail about Jessica. To demand

an out when all he can do is bark or growl