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.

is cold and light and she groans with every

movement.

might be

Women would go catatonic at the sight of a dead son or husband.

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

Leah knew the whole

many ways I’ve wronged

She wails and twitches then goes lifeless in my arms. I lift her body to my ear and press her chest to my

in my

heart is racing.

against me so her

move,

mountain and debate whether to put her down

where I can command her wolf