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.

decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his.

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

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

been a fierce opponent,

of his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I

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

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

fraction of what he

could best Alpha Roberts one-on-one.

should’ve challenged him and been done with it.

retreating here, with Leah, to let my

one of my messages to Leah’s

if

shut his mouth, take his

snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner of my

my thoughts are relegated to

trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a

of the river trickling over smooth

Leah, waiting in that

my

first moment I brought the

I won’t give into my baser

won’t bind her to me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air

lungs.