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,

their financial holdings-something I’ve

had been a fierce opponent,

his Luna’s

he was so quick to get rid of Leah, so

eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his

fraction of what

I could best Alpha

should’ve challenged him and been done with

with Leah, to let my temper cool, so I

are relaying one of my messages

to survive, if

shut his mouth, take his

snarls viciously, pushing me to a

relegated to more immediate things.

doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

of the river trickling

in that one-room cabin.

my wolf wants.

first moment

won’t give into my baser urges.

to me. Well, not in the true ways of

species.

So I run.

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

lungs.

before

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