Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 12

perimeter. Everyone in this pack from the Alpha down to the lowest pack member must take a turn at patrolling

the property. We’re in an isolated area and his pack owns

hundreds of square miles of property with the whole western.

side flanking a state park, but we can never be too sure.

Humans are everywhere.

And so are enemy wolves.

I can’t shift and run the way the rest of the wolves here do, but I know the game trails well enough.

The fresh air fills my lungs carrying the scent of spring and fresh rain and lilacs. Those were my mother’s favorites, and I

planted them all around the main house.

Before I cut onto the southern trail, I turn back to the mansion.

It sits like a behemoth on the hillside, and in the distance

are rows and rows of neat little houses and cabins. Some

two hundred families live and work in this area and the

surrounding countryside. I wasn’t born here, but it feels like

home.

Most of the time.

Maybe.

at my cell phone. My dad hasn’t called.

you or to inquire after me. I

in my

got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

stop feeling sorry for

3/4

and the scents change. I can only

pine

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could

better. To see and smell and

to the world around

to run these trails. I’d run as fast and as far as I

I was gasping for breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

smaller plants and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy

around me is a circle of life that

the mansion when I hear the rumble.

beat of something big, pounding the

An Alpha’s Regret

gray is

a

from head to tail with darker tones along

He runs until he’s even

and then an inquisitive twist of his head,

about Jessica. To demand the truth.

not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark or

is separate-a soul all its own, wrapped within

told it’s the other half of one’s self, or the primal spirit of a being. Not

connection between.