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.

very act that Aaron has committed is an abomination.

worry at

canisters are ready.” One of the men pulls

lights instantly.

I order. Then I light the remaining

the warehouse and wait for the

then flee out the back as they

building

A

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6 Months later

is cool. It carries the

that doesn’t

–

barely begun.

Classical

Beethoven.

sit up

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

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to walking. My head

stand I almost fall back down

moving, one foot

and door is partly open, letting in the

are bare and the contrast of cold and warm is invigorating.

open the French doors and step

b low. His back is to me.

know those strong shoulders

“It’s about time you woke up.”

toward

hair is unbound. It’s long. Like really long. I’m draped in some

touches my face and I gasp.

touch is as brief as one

into the air.

me back

“A-aron?”

voice is raspy and I try to clear

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