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.

cell phone. My

to inquire after me. I turned

and saved in my lifetime.

got a confirmation of receipt.

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling sorry

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enter the forest and the scents change. I can

smell the pine and birch, the

I always wanted my own wolf

and

to the world

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

breath

I walk now.

Slowly.

Looking up at the breaks in

a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely

from the mansion when I hear the rumble.

beat of something big,

Love: An Alpha’s Regret

gray

is a huge wolf.

head to tail with darker tones along his

runs until he’s even with me.

of his head, his

to rail about Jessica. To demand

him an

is separate-a soul all its own,

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

connection between.