Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 151

JAMES

“SONOFABITCH!!!”

Aaron is convulsing.

His arms and legs are flailing and for a 6’4″ beast of man, he can do a lot of damage. Our men can handle it.

His wife…

Gods.

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Leah’s eyes are open and unseeing. Aaron has her hand clasped in his and I wonder if they walk the same space or if that peace beyond life is as simple as one breath to the next.

Nothing to mourn or hope for.

Just silence and darkness.

One thing’s for sure… if he follows her, it’ll cause chaos.

“Get your ass back here, bro,” I growl, and because I’m so pi ssed that he could be so f**king reckless, I slap his face to try and anger him back to his senses.

It do

Our men are anxious and gaping at me. They’ve never lost an Alpha. Not in battle and not even in succession. Aaron’s grandfather transferred the role to him at an early age. Pack Rathborn has been beneath Aaron’s control for two decades.

There are police sirens outside and that’s going to be a mess to deal with.

“Get them up and out the back.”

There are boats outside and while that might cause a whole shitstorm of trouble-the whole evading police and fleeing a crime scene variety of charges-we can’t stick around and wait for my Alpha to do…whatever it is he’s trying to do.

I think back long and hard on every text of our Archives I’ve

ever read.

Wolves have been transitioned. Wolves have been ‘saved’ by a mating bond.

But no wolf in existence has been mated to a dead human

and survived it.

has committed is an

at

ready.” One of the men pulls

it lights instantly.

I order. Then I

the back of the

the back as

Liam, this building and all

A

A

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6 Months later

air is cool. It carries the scent of

that doesn’t make sense.

–

had barely begun.

the background. Classical music, Für Elise by

Beethoven.

up

with an odd discomfort that doesn’t hurt, per say,

$

4

4

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like a colt new to walking. My head

I almost fall back down

foot in front of the

balcony and door is partly open, letting in the cold-and snow. The flakes scatter on the carpet before melting.

and the contrast

step out. The sun

wind and snow b low. His back

know those strong shoulders anywhere.

“It’s about time

toward

hair is unbound. It’s long. Like really long. I’m draped in some full

my face and I

is as brief as one of those snowflakes. Kissing my

melting into the air.

me back inside.

“A-aron?”

voice is raspy and I try to clear my throat.

bedroom. I’m in