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.

worry at

the men pulls a

lights instantly.

out,” I order. Then I light the remaining

stand at the back of the warehouse

out the back as

building and

A

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6 Months later

cool. It carries the

doesn’t make

–

had barely begun.

background. Classical music,

Beethoven.

up slowly.

body feels awkward. My muscles ache with an odd discomfort that doesn’t hurt, per say, but it’s a clumsiness

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me feel like a colt new to walking. My head is heavy and my

I stand I almost

moving, one foot in front

a balcony and door is partly open, letting in the

bare and the contrast of cold and

the French doors and step out. The sun

and snow b low. His back

know those strong

“It’s about time you woke up.”

stalks toward me.

I’m draped in some

touches my face and I

as brief as one of those

then melting into

walks past me back inside.

“A-aron?”

raspy and I try to clear

near the door of his bedroom. I’m in his

catch up to him, but I’m dizzy and have