Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 25

I shift in the center of the cabin, let my wolf brush by Leah, and then I head into the valley at a full-out run.

I’m not sure even the miles I roam tonight will be enough. I may have to hunt.

My wolf is nearly feral-he’s angry and volatile. A tangle of rage and passion. If I stayed in my human form, I would’ve done something dumb.

Like killing Leah’s father.

Or taking out some of my anger on her, for what she’d done.

But most of my anger-the real depth of my rage- is aimed only at myself.

I forced us into this situation.

I called Leah’s bluff and left her with no recourse other than to

sell herself.

And while I wanted my wife’s loyalty, no, I demanded it, there

is no real bond or loyalty at all, if it is coerced.

I hate that we have come to this.

And I don’t see any way to fix it.

Maybe I should’ve let her go and just let the chips fall where they will.

Her father’s pack is vast and powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his. Where we have thrived

of

their financial holdings-something I’ve taken advantage of.

Robert had been a fierce opponent,

his Luna’s death. Sometimes,

why he was so quick to get rid of Leah, so

drown his sorrows or party to forget,

a fraction of

no doubt I could best Alpha Roberts

should’ve challenged him and been done with

to let my temper cool,

relaying one of my messages to

wants to survive, if he wants to

to come back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment

pushing me to a corner of

thoughts are relegated to more

doe. Tracks from

sounds of the river trickling over smooth

presence of Leah, waiting in that one-room

my wolf

first moment I brought the

into my

me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my

lungs.

before I

I could hear if the