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

lax. Instead of using the peace to build,

holdings-something I’ve taken advantage of.

had been a fierce

spiral in the wake of his Luna’s death. Sometimes,

quick to get rid of Leah, so

his sorrows or party to

he’s a fraction of

doubt I could best Alpha Roberts one-on-one.

should’ve challenged him and been done

here, with Leah, to let

my men are relaying one of

survive, if he wants

to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment like an Alpha, and leave Leah

pushing me to a corner of

are relegated to more

scent trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

river

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

know what my

the first moment I brought the girl home.

into my

bind her to me. Well, not

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.

hours before I return.

I could hear if the engine started or if she tried to leave. Not