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 is an abomination.

at

One of the men

it lights

order. Then I light the remaining

the back of the warehouse and

out the back as they engulf the place.

Liam, this building

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6 Months later

is cool. It carries the

that doesn’t

–

had barely

Classical

Beethoven.

sit up slowly.

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

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like a colt new to walking. My head is

stumble and when I stand I almost fall back down again.

I get moving, one foot in front

is partly open, letting in the

feet are bare and the contrast of cold and

and step out. The sun is

low.

know those strong

“It’s about

toward

It’s long. Like really long. I’m draped in some full length nightgown that an

my face and I gasp.

as brief as one of those snowflakes. Kissing my

melting into the air.

me back inside.

“A-aron?”

voice is raspy and I try to clear my throat. “Aaron. Don’t

the door of his bedroom. I’m