Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

I’m groggy.

My head is swimming and even though I blink to clear my eyes, it’s hard to see.

I’m still in the truck.

I’m in the back seat. My hands and ankles are bound.

I try to sit up.

The motion makes me nauseous but I go slowly and peek out the window. I have no idea where I am. The woods, somewhere, but not a place I’ve been before.

There’s a clearing and between the headlights and the moonlight, I can make out the edge of a forest.

There are rows and rows of trees in perfectly spaced rows. Like this area had been harvested for hardwoods at some point. It must have been a long time ago. They replanted only pines, which makes sense, because they’re quicker to grow for timber. The last harvest must have been some time ago, because the trees have grown substantially, and they’re probably not too far off from being cut down again.

I don’t see Brian.

I tear at the cuffs on my wrist. They’re metal, quite possibly lined with silver, and I can’t slip my wrists free.

same shackles.

into the front seat, on the driver’s side. The seat is low to the ground to accommodate Brian’s height, and I stay ducked down. I want to lock the doors, but I’m worried the tell-tale click

through the middle console, in the compartment in the door. I feel around on

is turned off and short of driving out

a way to

trees for as far as the eye

see.

you’re awake. Splendid. Let’s get

other side of the truck, grinning

at me.

horror and slam the

up his keys and

the

few seconds, then Brian puts his fist through the window. I scream as the glass shatters

the door. He reaches in and grabs my arm, hauling me across the truck and out the door on his side, where I’m dropped to the

at his watch. “It’s almost midnight. Your pack will conduct the formal burial ceremony, and the collective power your father possessed will transfer

challenges,

And you’re