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 the

of the men pulls a tab

it lights

Then I light

stand at the back of the warehouse and wait for

back as

this building and all evidence.

A

A

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6 Months later

carries the scent of

that doesn’t make

–

had barely begun.

music in the background. Classical music,

Beethoven.

up slowly.

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

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walking. My head is

and when I stand I almost fall

one foot in front

and door is partly open, letting in the cold-and snow. The

and the contrast of cold and

French doors and step out. The sun

the wind and snow b low.

know those strong

presence. “It’s about time you woke up.”

toward me.

in some full length nightgown that

hand touches my face

one of those snowflakes. Kissing my

into the

me

“A-aron?”

I try to clear my throat. “Aaron.

his bedroom. I’m in his house. I