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

prepared, Leah’s old pack has grown lax. Instead of

holdings-something I’ve taken

been a fierce opponent, he’d

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

was so quick to get rid of Leah, so he wouldn’t

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

a fraction of

doubt I could best

and been done

Leah, to let

one

he wants to survive, if he wants

then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and leave Leah the fuck alone.

pushing me to a corner of

relegated

doe. Tracks from

river trickling over smooth stones.

presence of Leah, waiting in

know what my

from the first moment I brought the girl

won’t give into my

to me. Well, not in the true ways

species.

So I run.

mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air is burning

lungs.