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.

that Aaron has committed is an

worry at

the men

lights instantly.

Then I light the remaining

the warehouse and

flee out the back as they

building and all evidence.

A

A

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6 Months later

is cool. It carries the

doesn’t

–

had barely

background. Classical music, Für

Beethoven.

up

discomfort that doesn’t hurt,

$

4

4

3

to walking. My head

and when I stand I almost fall back down

one foot in front of

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

feet are bare and the contrast of

step out. The sun is

and snow b low. His back

I’d know those strong shoulders anywhere.

my presence. “It’s

toward

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

hand touches my face

one of those snowflakes.

into

me back inside.

“A-aron?”

is raspy and I try to clear

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