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

at the

of the men

it lights

order. Then I light the

at the back of the warehouse and wait for the flames

catch, then flee out the back as they engulf the

Liam, this building and all evidence.

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6 Months later

air is cool. It carries the scent of

doesn’t make sense.

–

barely

the background. Classical music, Für Elise

Beethoven.

up

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

$

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My

stand I almost fall

moving, one foot in

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

the contrast of cold and warm is

step out. The sun is

and snow b low. His back is

those strong

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

toward me.

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

my face and

is as brief as one of those snowflakes. Kissing

then melting into the air.

me back inside.

“A-aron?”

I try to clear my throat. “Aaron. Don’t go.”

door of his bedroom. I’m in his