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.

but in the last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed

of using the peace to build, they’ve partied and squandered.

financial holdings-something I’ve taken

had been a fierce opponent, he’d begun

wake of his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I think

to get rid of Leah,

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

a fraction of what he once was.

I could

him and been done with

retreating here, with Leah, to let my temper cool,

my men are relaying one

if he wants

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

to a corner

are relegated to more

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from a

the river

presence of Leah, waiting in

my wolf

it from the first moment

give into

to me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.