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

Maybe.

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

after me. I

and saved in my

got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling

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forest and the scents change. I can only imagine

smell the pine and birch, the moist earth and

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I

better. To see and smell and taste and feel

connection to the

used to run these trails. I’d run as

I was gasping for breath and

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in the canopy where the sun shines through.

of life that is both fleeting

mansion

a heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding the earth.

An Alpha’s

gray

is a huge wolf.

with darker tones along his

he’s even with me.

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

to rail about Jessica.

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