Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

What the he ll?

Leah pitches sideways onto the floor and convulses.

She gags and coughs again and more blood splatters the ground.

This isn’t panic or even some manic episode. This is more than grief.

Something is very wrong.

I jam my phone and keys into my pocket and sweep Leah up into my arms. I don’t bother with shoes or locking the door. I barrel out of the little cabin and start the hike up the incline, running as much as I can and only slowing so I don’t jostle her too hard or let her fall.

She’s wheezing and she doesn’t smell right.

and she groans with every little

movement.

might be delirious.

a dead son or husband. And our warriors coming back, they would

own meltdown once and the rage I unleashed…it definitely

Leah knew the

knew the many ways

and I listen for her heartbeat. She wails and twitches then goes lifeless in my arms. I lift her body to my ear and press her chest to my head listening for her

howls in

own heart

her against me so her face is

doesn’t move,

debate whether to put her down

I can command her