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

has grown lax. Instead of using the peace

holdings-something I’ve taken advantage

had been a fierce opponent, he’d

the wake of his Luna’s

quick to get rid of Leah, so

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

later, he’s a fraction of what he

doubt I could best

should’ve challenged him and been done

Leah, to let my temper cool, so I don’t explode.

men are relaying one of my messages

survive, if

his mouth, take his punishment like

me to

thoughts are relegated to more immediate

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a squirrel.

of the river trickling over smooth stones.

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

what my wolf wants.

first moment I

give into

her to me. Well, not in the true

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.