Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 112

“He took the choice away from me, Aaron.”

That’s an understatement.

An Alpha has certain powers. It’s a little different for each of us, but the abilities allow an Alpha to control any member

of their pack. An Alpha can force a packmate to obey them, compel them to tell the truth, or force a packmate to shift, pulling their wolf to the surface. An Alpha can use his or her powers to help heal, to help unify the pack with a collective

sense of calm.

An Alpha can strip a packmate of their wolf.

But this is the worst and most cr uel punishment that can ever

be inflicted. It’s such an abomination to our species, that most Alphas will just execute the packmember before even considering something so heinous.

To do this to Leah.

As an innocent child.

I shove a hand through my hair.

There isn’t any coming back from this.

Leah’s eyes are sad when they meet mine. The pretty hazel irises sparkling like autumn leaves. “Even if I did want to

transition in the Fall…that won’t work now, will it?”

I want to lie to her, but I won’t. “No.”

Tears slip from her eyes.

“Your wolf was bound. It can’t rise again in this lifetime.”

“He killed it.”

Essentially. Yes.

her knees up and wraps her arms around them. She looks so

“Do what?”

“Hope.”

know how

I’m about to have something good, it’s taken from me. I thought receiving my father’s powers would be the

give her

thought maybe becoming an Alpha would

Save her? From what?

I frown.

be alone for a

again. Building

“No.”

you can’t fight my battles for me. This is my life. I have

tugs her legs tighter and rests her head on her knees. I ha te seeing her pain. I ha te knowing

this situation, she

LEAH

until Aaron finally leaves the

one. The force of nature so powerful not even fate can sway him

the look in his

that he was helpless

That said it all.

now I’m not just grieving my father’s treachery, but the death of

Aaron has given up, then things really

and rock. I used to do this all those years ago, when I was scared and lonely. I’d rock and count and just focus on the motion and numbers until my mind calmed and I either fell asleep or stopped

everything.

that is

swing of its

I count each one.