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.

the last decade, my Alpha

of using

holdings-something I’ve taken advantage

had been a fierce

in the wake of his Luna’s death.

so quick to get rid of Leah, so he wouldn’t

her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed

he’s a fraction of what he once

could best Alpha

and

here, with Leah, to let my temper cool, so

my men are relaying one

survive, if he wants to ensure that

shut his mouth, take

wolf snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner

my thoughts are relegated

a doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a squirrel.

of the river trickling over smooth

in that one-room cabin.

what my wolf wants.

moment I

into my

not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air is burning

lungs.