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.

powerful, but in the last decade, my

prepared, Leah’s old pack has grown lax. Instead of using the peace to build, they’ve

weakened their financial holdings-something I’ve

a fierce opponent, he’d

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

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

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

later, he’s a fraction of what he once

doubt I could best Alpha

and been done with it.

to let my temper cool,

are relaying one

to survive, if he wants to ensure

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

viciously, pushing me to a

my thoughts are relegated to

of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a

of the river trickling over

Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin.

know what my

from the first moment I brought

won’t give into my baser urges.

to me. Well, not in

species.

So I run.

the side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and

lungs.