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

old pack has grown lax. Instead of using the peace to build, they’ve

their financial holdings-something

had been a

his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I

so quick to get rid of

Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief

he’s a fraction of what

no doubt I could best Alpha

challenged him and

with Leah, to let my temper cool, so

now, my men are relaying one

wants to survive, if he wants to

he’ll shut his mouth, take his

pushing me to a corner of my

my thoughts are relegated to more immediate things.

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit, a

of the river trickling

waiting in that

my wolf wants.

moment

into

bind her to me. Well, not in the true ways

species.

So I run.

until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and

lungs.

before

close enough that I could hear if the engine started or if