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 using the peace to build, they’ve partied and

financial holdings-something I’ve taken advantage

Robert had been a fierce opponent, he’d

wake of his Luna’s death. Sometimes,

was so quick to get rid of Leah, so he wouldn’t

in her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him

these years later, he’s a fraction

could

challenged him and

with Leah, to let my temper cool, so I don’t

now, my men are relaying one

he wants to survive, if he wants to ensure that

mouth, take

me to

thoughts are relegated to

doe. Tracks from

sounds of the river trickling

of Leah, waiting in that one-room cabin. Alone.

know what my wolf

wanted it from the first moment I brought

into my baser urges.

Well, not in the true ways of our

species.

So I run.

side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and air is burning cold in

lungs.

before

that I could hear if the