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.

ankles have the same shackles. Running will

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,

through the middle console, in the compartment in the door. I feel around on the floorboard, hoping, praying he may have

off and short of driving out of here, I

a way to

this grove of trees for

see.

you’re awake. Splendid. Let’s get this party started.”

side of the truck, grinning through the glass

at me.

shrink back in horror and

up his keys and

slam the button again.

for a few seconds, then Brian puts his fist through the window. I scream as the glass shatters and rains down on me.

He reaches in and grabs my arm, hauling me across the truck and out the door on

his watch. “It’s almost midnight. Your pack will conduct the formal burial ceremony, and the

challenges, Liam.”

And you’re right