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 time.

Maybe.

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

or to inquire after me. I turned over every dollar

saved in

a

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

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enter the forest and the scents change. I

smell the pine and birch, the moist

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could sense

smell and taste

connection to the world around me.

trails. I’d run as fast and as far as I could

for breath and my muscles

I walk now.

Slowly.

Looking up at the breaks

around me is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely

mansion when I

heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding

An Alpha’s

flash of gray is familiar.

a

with darker tones along his chest and

until he’s even

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

of me wants to rail about Jessica.

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