Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

I shift in the center of the cabin, let my wolf brush by Leah, and then I head into the valley at a full-out run.

I’m not sure even the miles I roam tonight will be enough. I may have to hunt.

My wolf is nearly feral-he’s angry and volatile. A tangle of rage and passion. If I stayed in my human form, I would’ve done something dumb.

Like killing Leah’s father.

Or taking out some of my anger on her, for what she’d done.

But most of my anger-the real depth of my rage- is aimed only at myself.

I forced us into this situation.

I called Leah’s bluff and left her with no recourse other than to

sell herself.

And while I wanted my wife’s loyalty, no, I demanded it, there

is no real bond or loyalty at all, if it is coerced.

I hate that we have come to this.

And I don’t see any way to fix it.

Maybe I should’ve let her go and just let the chips fall where they will.

in the last decade, my

Leah’s old pack has grown lax. Instead of using the peace to

financial holdings-something I’ve

had been a fierce opponent, he’d

wake of his Luna’s

was so quick to get rid of Leah, so he

drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him

these years later, he’s a fraction of what

no doubt I could

challenged him and

of retreating here, with Leah, to let

my men are relaying one of my messages to Leah’s

he wants to survive, if he wants to ensure that he

then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and

snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner of my mind,

thoughts are relegated to

doe. Tracks

the river trickling

presence of Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin.

what my wolf wants.

wanted it from the first moment I brought the

into my

her to me. Well, not in the

species.

So I run.

Hard and fast, up the side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air is burning cold in my

lungs.