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.

powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha

grown lax. Instead of

financial holdings-something I’ve taken advantage

been a fierce opponent, he’d

in the wake of his Luna’s

so quick to get rid of Leah, so

drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him

a fraction of what he once

could best Alpha Roberts

him and been done with

to let my

my men are relaying one of

to survive, if he wants to ensure that he

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

to

thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

scent trail of a doe. Tracks

river trickling over

in that one-room cabin.

my wolf

it from the first moment

I won’t give into my baser

not

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.