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.

father’s pack is vast and powerful, but in the last decade,

grown lax. Instead of using the peace to build, they’ve partied and

holdings-something I’ve taken

once Robert had been a fierce opponent,

spiral in the wake of his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I

to get rid

see the disappointment in her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his

he’s a fraction of what he once

I could

and

to let my temper cool, so I

men are relaying one of my messages to

survive, if he wants

a pack to come back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like

wolf snarls viciously, pushing me to

thoughts are relegated

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from

sounds of the river

in

what my wolf

moment I brought the girl

give into my

her to me. Well, not in the

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.