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

ready.” One of the men

lights

them out,” I order. Then I light the remaining fuses.

the back of the warehouse

the back as they engulf the

Liam, this building

A

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, Für

Beethoven.

up

odd discomfort that doesn’t hurt,

$

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4

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like a colt new to walking. My head is

and when I stand I almost fall back down

foot

open, letting in the cold-and snow. The flakes scatter on the carpet

are bare and the contrast

open the French doors and step out. The sun

snow b low. His back is to

know those strong shoulders

sensing my presence. “It’s about time

stalks toward me.

draped in some

hand touches my face

brief as one of those

into

me back inside.

“A-aron?”

try to clear my throat. “Aaron. Don’t go.”

bedroom.

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