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 powers have surpassed his. Where we

Leah’s old pack has grown lax. Instead of using

holdings-something

Robert had been a fierce opponent, he’d begun

his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I

get rid

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

fraction of what he

no doubt I could best Alpha Roberts one-on-one.

should’ve challenged him and been

retreating here, with Leah, to let my temper cool, so I don’t

are relaying one

he wants to survive, if he wants to ensure that he

back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha,

snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner of my

relegated to more immediate things.

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from a

river trickling over

waiting in that one-room cabin.

what my wolf wants.

it from the first moment

won’t give into my

won’t bind her to me. Well, not

species.

So I run.

my mouth.

lungs.