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 an abomination.

worry at

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

it lights

out,” I order. Then I

back of the warehouse and wait for the

back

this building and

A

A

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6 Months later

cool. It carries the scent of winter.

that doesn’t make sense.

–

barely

the background. Classical music, Für Elise

Beethoven.

up slowly.

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

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feel like a colt new to walking. My head is heavy and my

stumble and when I stand I almost fall back down

one foot in

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

contrast of cold

French doors and step out. The sun is shining

b low. His back is to

know those strong

my presence. “It’s about time you

toward

long. I’m draped in some

touches my face

as brief as one

then melting into

me back inside.

“A-aron?”

I try to

of his bedroom. I’m in