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.

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

pack has grown lax. Instead of using

weakened their financial holdings-something I’ve taken

Robert had been a fierce opponent,

his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I

he was so quick to get rid of Leah,

disappointment in her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or

these years later, he’s a fraction of what he once was.

I could best Alpha Roberts

should’ve challenged him and been done

Leah, to let my

my men are relaying one of

wants to survive, if he wants to ensure that he

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

viciously, pushing me to a corner

thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

Tracks from a rabbit,

sounds of the river trickling

Leah, waiting in

know what my wolf

moment I brought the

won’t give into my

not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.