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

of using the peace

holdings-something I’ve taken advantage of.

Robert had been a fierce opponent, he’d

wake of his Luna’s death.

to get rid of Leah, so he

Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him

a fraction of what he once was.

no doubt I could best Alpha Roberts one-on-one.

should’ve challenged him and

let my temper cool, so

one of my

to survive, if he

a pack to come back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha,

me to a corner of my mind,

relegated to more immediate

doe. Tracks from a

sounds of the river trickling over

waiting in that one-room

know what my

the first moment I brought the girl home.

won’t give into my baser urges.

her to me. Well, not in the true ways of our

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.