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

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

weakened their financial holdings-something

been a fierce opponent, he’d begun

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

quick to get

Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget, his grief pushed him out of control.

these years later, he’s a fraction of what

doubt I could best Alpha Roberts

him and been done with it.

let my temper cool, so I don’t

men are relaying one

if

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

wolf snarls viciously, 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 squirrel.

the river

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

my wolf wants.

first moment I brought

give into my baser urges.

not in the

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.

several hours before I

if the