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.

and powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha powers have

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

weakened their financial holdings-something

once Robert had been a

in the wake of his

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

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

he’s a fraction of what he once

could best

should’ve challenged him and been

to let my

are relaying one

If he wants to survive, if he

then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like

wolf snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner

relegated

a doe. Tracks from

sounds of the river

presence of Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin.

my wolf

the first moment I brought the girl

I won’t give into

not in

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.