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 powers have

pack has grown lax. Instead of using

financial holdings-something I’ve taken

once Robert had been a

his Luna’s

quick to get rid of Leah,

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

these years later, he’s a fraction of what he once

could

challenged him and

of retreating here, with Leah, to let my temper cool, so I

one

if he wants to ensure

he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and leave

to a corner of my

relegated

Tracks from a rabbit, a

sounds of the river trickling over

presence of Leah, waiting in

my wolf wants.

it from the first moment I brought the girl home.

give into my baser

not in

species.

So I run.

side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs

lungs.