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

movement.

she might be delirious.

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

and the rage I unleashed…it definitely played a part in this

knew the

she knew the many

lift her body

howls in my head.

own heart

her against me so her face is close to mine.

she doesn’t move,

lunge the last forty feet up the mountain and debate whether to put her down and begin CPR or to get her in the truck

where I can