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.

up and wraps her arms around them. She looks so

“Do what?”

“Hope.”

don’t know how to reply to

I thought receiving my father’s powers would be the answer. That it

won’t give

an Alpha would save

Save her? From what?

I frown.

be alone for

away again. Building up

“No.”

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

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

situation, she can’t even help

LEAH

my breath until Aaron finally

so powerful not even fate can sway him when

the look in

he was helpless to help

That said it all.

just grieving my father’s treachery, but the death of

if Aaron has given up, then

I’d rock and count and just focus on the motion and numbers until my mind calmed and I either fell asleep

everything.

old grandfather clock that is an antique leftover from Aaron’s dad, and

swing of its

I count each one.