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

at

the men pulls a tab

lights

I order. Then I light

back of the warehouse and wait

back as

building and all evidence.

A

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6 Months later

carries the scent of winter.

doesn’t make

–

had barely

music in the background. Classical music, Für Elise

Beethoven.

sit up

body feels awkward. My muscles ache with an odd discomfort that

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colt new to walking. My head is heavy and my balance

and when I stand I almost fall back down

get moving, one foot in

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

and the contrast of cold and warm

the French doors and step out.

and snow b low.

know those strong shoulders

sensing my presence. “It’s about time you woke up.”

stalks toward

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

face and I gasp.

is as brief as one of those snowflakes.

then melting into

walks past me back inside.

“A-aron?”

raspy and I try to clear my

of his bedroom. I’m in his house.