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.

Aaron has

at the

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

lights instantly.

order. Then I light the

the back of the warehouse and wait for

the back as they

this building and all evidence.

A

A

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6 Months later

It carries

that doesn’t make

–

had barely

in the background. Classical music, Für

Beethoven.

sit up slowly.

awkward. My muscles ache with an odd discomfort that doesn’t

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like a colt new to walking. My head is heavy

stand I

moving, one foot in front

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

contrast of cold and warm is invigorating.

doors and step out. The sun is shining

low. His back is to me.

I’d know those strong

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

toward me.

draped in some full length nightgown that an

touches my face

brief as one of those snowflakes.

into

walks past me

“A-aron?”

try to clear my throat. “Aaron.

near the door of his bedroom. I’m in