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.

phone. My dad hasn’t

or to inquire after me.

in

I just got a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

stop

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forest and the scents

be to smell the pine and birch, the moist earth and

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could sense

better. To see and smell and taste and

the world

trails. I’d run as fast and as far

for breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where the sun shines through.

me is a circle of life that

mansion when

beat of something big, pounding the earth.

Love: An Alpha’s Regret

of gray

is a

darker tones

runs until he’s even with

inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression of “what’s

wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the

to give him an out when all he can do is

separate-a soul all its own,

the primal spirit of a being. Not having a wolf myself,

connection between.