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.

act that Aaron has committed

at the

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

it lights instantly.

Then I light

back of the warehouse

out the back as they

this building and

A

A

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6 Months later

It carries the scent

doesn’t make sense.

–

had barely begun.

background. Classical music,

Beethoven.

sit up

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

$

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to walking. My head is heavy and my balance is

I stand I almost fall back down again.

foot

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

bare and the contrast

step out. The sun is

wind and snow b low. His back is to

those

sensing my presence. “It’s

toward me.

draped in some full length

my face and I

touch is as brief as one of those

then melting into

walks past me back

“A-aron?”

try to

his bedroom.