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.

vast and powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his. Where we have thrived

old pack has grown lax. Instead of

weakened their financial holdings-something I’ve taken advantage of.

been a fierce opponent, he’d begun

his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I think

to get rid of Leah, so he wouldn’t

to see the disappointment in her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him out of

a fraction of what

no doubt I could best Alpha

challenged him and been done with

Leah, to let my

one of my messages to Leah’s

if he wants to

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

viciously, pushing me to a corner

thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

a doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

river trickling

waiting in that

what my wolf

from the first moment I brought the girl home.

give into my

her to me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open,

lungs.