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.

and powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha powers

lax. Instead of using the

financial holdings-something I’ve taken

been a

of his Luna’s

he was so quick to get rid of Leah, so

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

fraction of what

no doubt I could best Alpha Roberts

and been

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

one of my messages to Leah’s

survive, if he wants

mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and leave Leah

viciously, pushing me to a corner

thoughts are relegated to

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a

of the river trickling over smooth stones.

presence of Leah, waiting in

what my

wanted it from the first moment I brought the

I won’t give into my

won’t bind her to me. Well, not in the true

species.

So I run.

mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my

lungs.