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.

in the last decade, my Alpha

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

holdings-something I’ve

been a fierce opponent, he’d

his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I think

he was so quick to get rid

Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him

later, he’s a fraction

could

challenged him and been done with it.

here, with Leah, to let my temper cool, so

are relaying one

survive, if he wants to ensure that

his mouth, take his punishment

me to

my thoughts are relegated

of a doe. Tracks from

river trickling

Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin. Alone.

my

the first moment I brought the girl

into

her to me. Well, not in the true ways

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.