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

you or to inquire after me. I turned over every

saved in

I just got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling sorry

3/4

the scents change.

must be to smell the pine and birch, the moist earth

my own wolf so

smell and taste and feel with

the

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

was gasping for breath and my muscles shook.

I walk now.

Slowly.

Looking up at the

me is a circle of life that is both fleeting

mile from the mansion

of something big, pounding the

Love: An Alpha’s

gray is

is a

darker

runs until he’s

bark and then an inquisitive twist of his

wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the truth.

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