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

at the consequences.

One of the men pulls a

lights

them out,” I order. Then I light the remaining fuses.

the warehouse and

catch, then flee out the back as they engulf

building and all evidence.

A

A

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6 Months later

air is cool. It carries the scent of

doesn’t make

–

barely

music in the background. Classical

Beethoven.

up slowly.

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

$

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4

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feel like a colt new to walking. My

stumble and when I stand I almost fall back down again.

moving, one foot

in the cold-and

and the contrast of cold and

open the French doors and step out. The sun is

snow b low.

I’d know those strong shoulders anywhere.

presence. “It’s about

toward

in some full length nightgown that an 80

face

one of those snowflakes. Kissing my

then melting into

me back

“A-aron?”

voice is raspy and I try to clear my throat.

pauses near the door of his bedroom. I’m in his house. I try