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

you or to inquire after me. I turned

in my lifetime.

a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

3/4

and the scents change. I

smell the pine and

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so I could

see and smell and taste and feel

connection to the world

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

breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

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

me is a circle of life that

maybe a mile from the mansion when

fast beat of something

Love: An Alpha’s

of gray

a

darker tones

He runs until he’s even with me.

a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head,

wants to rail about Jessica.

And I’m not about to give him an out when all he

is separate-a soul all

self, or the primal spirit of a being. Not having a wolf myself, I can’t really speak to the

connection between.