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.

in the last decade, my Alpha

grown lax. Instead of using the peace to build, they’ve

holdings-something I’ve taken

once Robert had been a fierce opponent, he’d begun

the wake of his Luna’s

quick to get rid of Leah, so he

his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him out of control.

later, he’s a fraction of

no doubt I could

him and been

to let my temper cool, so

one of my

survive, if he wants to ensure that he

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

viciously, pushing me to a

thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

Tracks from a rabbit, a squirrel.

river trickling over smooth

in that one-room cabin.

know what my wolf

moment I brought the

into my baser

her to me. Well, not

species.

So I run.

mouth. hangs open, my muscles

lungs.