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.

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

you or to inquire after me. I turned over every dollar I’ve

in my lifetime.

got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

stop feeling sorry

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forest and the scents change. I can

must be to smell the pine and

always wanted my own wolf so

smell and taste and

connection to the world around me.

trails. I’d run as fast and as far

breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

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

around me is a circle of life that is both

from the mansion

of something big, pounding

Love: An Alpha’s

flash of gray is familiar.

a huge

to tail with darker

he’s even

a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head,

of me wants to rail about Jessica.

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