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 called. Not

or to inquire after me. I turned over every

and saved in my lifetime.

just got a

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop

3/4

forest and the scents

to smell the pine and birch, the

own

and smell and taste and feel with

connection to the world

to run these trails. I’d run as

I was gasping for breath and my muscles shook.

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in the canopy where the sun

me is a circle of life that is

mansion when I hear the rumble.

beat of something big, pounding

An Alpha’s

gray is familiar.

a

darker tones along his chest

runs until he’s even with me.

inquisitive twist of

to rail about Jessica.

him an out when

wolf is separate-a soul all its own,

spirit of a being. Not having a wolf myself,

connection between.