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,

pack has grown lax. Instead of using the peace

financial holdings-something I’ve taken advantage of.

Robert had been a fierce

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

so quick to get

drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him

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

doubt I could

and been done

here, with Leah, to let my

are relaying one

to survive, if he wants to

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

viciously, pushing me to a

my thoughts are relegated to more immediate

trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

river trickling over smooth

Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin.

my wolf

from the first moment I brought the girl

won’t give into

her to me. Well, not in the true ways

species.

So I run.

mouth. hangs open, my muscles

lungs.