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

worry at

of the

it lights

out,” I order. Then I light

at the back of the warehouse and wait for the flames

then flee out the back as they engulf the

building and all evidence.

A

A

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6 Months later

It carries the scent of winter.

that doesn’t

–

had barely begun.

Classical music, Für

Beethoven.

up

an odd discomfort that doesn’t hurt, per say, but it’s a clumsiness

$

4

4

3

My

stand I almost fall

get moving, one foot in front of the

letting in the cold-and snow. The flakes scatter on the carpet

and the contrast of cold and warm

open the French doors and step

wind and snow b low. His back

those

slowly, sensing my presence. “It’s about time you

stalks toward me.

long. Like really long. I’m draped in some full length nightgown that an 80 year old might

my face

as brief as one of those

into

walks past me

“A-aron?”

is raspy and I try to clear my throat.

his bedroom. I’m in