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.

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

inquire after me. I

and saved in

got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

to stop feeling sorry for

3/4

and the scents change. I can only

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

my own

better. To see and smell and taste and feel with such a

to the world around

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

was gasping for breath and

I walk now.

Slowly.

at the breaks in the canopy where the

living thing around me is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely perfect.

from the mansion when I hear the rumble.

fast beat of something big, pounding the

An Alpha’s

gray is familiar.

a huge wolf.

tail with darker tones along his chest

runs until he’s even

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

to rail about Jessica.

give him an out when