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.

Aaron has committed is an abomination.

worry at the consequences.

canisters are ready.” One of the men pulls a tab off one

it lights instantly.

I order. Then

at the back of the warehouse and wait for the flames

back as they engulf

this building and all

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6 Months later

cool. It carries

doesn’t make

–

barely

music in the background. Classical music, Für Elise

Beethoven.

up slowly.

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

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new to walking. My head is heavy and my balance is

when I stand I

foot in front of the

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

the contrast of

doors and step out. The sun is

b low. His back

those strong shoulders anywhere.

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

stalks toward

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

face and I gasp.

is as brief as one of those snowflakes.

melting into

me back

“A-aron?”

and I try to clear my

his bedroom. I’m in his