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.

pack is vast and powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his. Where we have thrived

of using the peace to build,

financial holdings-something I’ve taken

a fierce opponent,

the wake of his

get

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

these years later, he’s a fraction of

no doubt I could best Alpha

him and been done

with Leah, to let my temper cool, so I don’t explode.

my men are relaying one of

survive, if

take his punishment like an Alpha,

viciously, pushing me to a corner of my mind,

my thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

a doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

the river trickling over smooth

Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin.

my wolf wants.

the first moment I

into my baser

me. Well, not in the true ways

species.

So I run.

mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air is burning

lungs.