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.

me.

saved in my

just got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

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enter the forest and the scents change. I can

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

my own wolf so

and

to the

run as fast and as far

breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the

around me is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely

maybe a mile from the mansion when I hear

of something big,

An Alpha’s

gray is

a

head to tail with darker tones along his chest

runs until he’s even with me.

bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression of “what’s

wants to rail about Jessica. To demand

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

all its own,

primal spirit of a being. Not having a

connection between.