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.

cold and light and she groans with

movement.

she might

would go catatonic at the sight of a dead son or husband. And our warriors coming back, they would lose their minds

had my own meltdown once and the rage I unleashed…it

knew the whole

she knew the many

body to my ear and press her chest to my head listening

in my head.

own heart is

so her face is close to mine.

doesn’t move,

last forty feet up the mountain and debate whether to put her down

can command her wolf to rise.