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. Not to say

you or to inquire after me. I turned over

saved in

just got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

really need to stop

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scents change. I can only imagine

be to smell the pine

leaves. I always wanted my own wolf so

and taste and feel with such

to the

run as fast and as far as

breath and my

I walk now.

Slowly.

up at the breaks in the canopy

of life that is both fleeting and so

a mile from the mansion

a heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding the earth.

An Alpha’s Regret

flash of gray is

is a huge wolf.

to tail with darker tones along

until he’s even with me.

a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s

wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the

him an out

all its own, wrapped

half of one’s self, or the primal spirit of a being.

connection between.