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.

last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his. Where

lax. Instead of using the peace to build,

financial holdings-something I’ve taken advantage

a fierce opponent, he’d begun

of his

he was so quick to get rid of Leah, so he

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

years later, he’s a fraction of what he once was.

could best Alpha Roberts

should’ve challenged him and been done

retreating here, with Leah, to let my temper cool,

are relaying one

If he wants to survive, if he wants to ensure that he

then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and

snarls viciously, pushing me to a corner of

my thoughts are relegated

doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

of the river trickling

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

what my wolf wants.

the first moment I brought the girl

give into my baser

her to me. Well, not in the true

species.

So I run.

the side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles

lungs.