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

pack has grown lax. Instead of using the

financial holdings-something I’ve taken

a fierce opponent, he’d

his Luna’s death.

get rid of Leah, so

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

fraction of what he once was.

doubt I could

should’ve challenged him and been done with

of retreating here, with Leah, to let my temper

one of

to survive, if he wants to ensure that he

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

snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner of

thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

sounds of the river trickling over

waiting in that

what my wolf wants.

it from the first moment I brought the girl home.

I won’t give into my

Well, not in the true

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.