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.

body is cold and light and she groans with every little

movement.

might

at the sight of a dead son or

once and the rage I unleashed…it definitely played a part

knew the whole truth…

knew the many ways I’ve wronged

I lift her body to my ear and press her chest to my head

wolf howls in my head.

own heart is

me so her

move,

to put her down and begin CPR or to get her in the truck and to a doctor.

wolf where I can command her wolf to rise.