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

Leah’s old pack has grown lax. Instead of using the peace to

their financial holdings-something I’ve

once Robert had been a fierce opponent, he’d begun

wake of his Luna’s death. Sometimes, I

was so quick to get rid of Leah,

to see the disappointment in her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to

a fraction of what he

could best

should’ve challenged him and been done

let my temper cool, so I don’t

are relaying one

wants to survive, if he wants to ensure

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

pushing me to a

are relegated to more immediate things.

Tracks from a rabbit, a

of the river trickling over

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

my wolf wants.

moment I brought the

into my baser

won’t bind her to me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

the side of the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and

lungs.

several hours before I return.

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