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.

might be

of some battles, I can remember some of my packmates going into shock. Women would go catatonic at the sight of a dead son or

rage I unleashed…it definitely played a

knew the whole truth…

knew the many ways I’ve wronged

my arms. I lift her body to my ear and press her

wolf howls in my

own heart is racing.

drag her against me so her face is close to mine. “Leah!”

doesn’t move, doesn’t respond.

mountain and debate whether to put her down and begin CPR or to get

can command her wolf to