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.

tugs her knees up and wraps her arms around them. She looks so small. “I shouldn’t do it,”

“Do what?”

“Hope.”

know how to reply to

from me. I thought receiving my father’s powers

give her false

becoming an

Save her? From what?

I frown.

I need to be alone for a

again. Building up those cursed

“No.”

tonight. Honestly, you’ve been better about things than I thought possible. But you can’t

and rests her head on her knees. I ha te seeing her pain. I ha te knowing that she’s right. There is nothing I can do to help

she can’t

LEAH

my breath until Aaron finally

one. The force of nature so powerful not even fate

in his eyes

was helpless to help

That said it all.

now I’m not just grieving my father’s treachery,

has given up, then

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.

clock across the room, an old grandfather clock that is an antique

swing of

I count each one.