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.

you or to inquire after me. I turned

in

a confirmation

My stomach sinks.

to stop feeling sorry

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the forest and the scents change. I can

pine and birch, the moist

I always wanted my own wolf so I could sense

better. To see and smell and

to the world

these trails. I’d run as fast and as far

gasping for breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

at the breaks in the canopy where

a circle of life that is both fleeting and

maybe a mile from the mansion when

heavy, fast beat of something big, pounding the

Love: An Alpha’s

flash of gray is

a huge

darker tones

He runs until he’s even with me.

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

me wants to rail about Jessica. To

answer. And I’m not about to give him an out when all he can do is

is separate-a soul all its

or the primal spirit of a being. Not having

connection between.