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.

the last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his. Where we

grown lax. Instead of using the peace to build, they’ve partied and

weakened their financial holdings-something

been a fierce

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

to get rid of Leah,

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

these years later, he’s a fraction of

doubt I could

challenged him and been done with

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

relaying one of my

to survive, if

come back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and leave Leah

snarls viciously, pushing me to a

relegated to more immediate

doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a

the river trickling over smooth stones.

presence of Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin.

my wolf

first moment

I won’t give into my baser urges.

to me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

and fast, up the side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air is burning cold in

lungs.