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.

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

pack has grown lax. Instead of using the

holdings-something I’ve taken advantage

been a fierce opponent,

his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I think

quick to get rid of Leah, so he

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

years later, he’s a fraction of

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

should’ve challenged him and been done with

to let my temper cool,

one of my

he wants to survive, if he wants to ensure that

to come back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his

me to

are relegated to more immediate things.

Tracks from a

sounds of the river trickling over smooth

Leah, waiting in

my

wanted it from the first moment I brought the

I won’t give into my baser urges.

me. Well, not in the

species.

So I run.

fast, up the side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my

lungs.