Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 151

JAMES

“SONOFABITCH!!!”

Aaron is convulsing.

His arms and legs are flailing and for a 6’4″ beast of man, he can do a lot of damage. Our men can handle it.

His wife…

Gods.

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Leah’s eyes are open and unseeing. Aaron has her hand clasped in his and I wonder if they walk the same space or if that peace beyond life is as simple as one breath to the next.

Nothing to mourn or hope for.

Just silence and darkness.

One thing’s for sure… if he follows her, it’ll cause chaos.

“Get your ass back here, bro,” I growl, and because I’m so pi ssed that he could be so f**king reckless, I slap his face to try and anger him back to his senses.

It do

Our men are anxious and gaping at me. They’ve never lost an Alpha. Not in battle and not even in succession. Aaron’s grandfather transferred the role to him at an early age. Pack Rathborn has been beneath Aaron’s control for two decades.

There are police sirens outside and that’s going to be a mess to deal with.

“Get them up and out the back.”

There are boats outside and while that might cause a whole shitstorm of trouble-the whole evading police and fleeing a crime scene variety of charges-we can’t stick around and wait for my Alpha to do…whatever it is he’s trying to do.

I think back long and hard on every text of our Archives I’ve

ever read.

Wolves have been transitioned. Wolves have been ‘saved’ by a mating bond.

But no wolf in existence has been mated to a dead human

and survived it.

The very act that Aaron has committed is an abomination.

at the

ready.” One of the men pulls

it lights instantly.

order. Then I

back of the warehouse and wait

back as they engulf

Liam, this building and

A

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6 Months later

is cool. It carries the

that doesn’t make

–

barely begun.

music in the background. Classical music,

Beethoven.

sit up slowly.

body feels awkward. My muscles ache with an odd discomfort that doesn’t hurt, per

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a colt new to walking. My head is heavy and my balance

and when I stand I almost fall back down again.

foot in front of

letting in the cold-and snow. The flakes scatter

bare and the contrast

doors and step out. The sun is

low.

those strong shoulders anywhere.

my presence. “It’s about time you woke up.”

stalks toward

draped in some full length nightgown

face

is as brief as one of those snowflakes. Kissing my

melting into the air.

past me back inside.

“A-aron?”

and I try to clear my throat. “Aaron. Don’t

his bedroom. I’m in

but I’m dizzy