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

the men pulls a tab

lights

I order. Then I light the remaining

stand at the back of the warehouse and

then flee out the back as they

this building and all

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6 Months later

carries

that doesn’t

–

had barely begun.

the background. Classical music, Für Elise by

Beethoven.

up

muscles ache with an odd discomfort that doesn’t hurt, per say, but

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

stand I

one foot in front of the other.

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

are bare and the contrast of cold and warm is invigorating.

doors and step out. The sun is

the wind and snow b low.

I’d know those strong

slowly, sensing my presence. “It’s

toward me.

Like really long. I’m draped in some

hand touches my face and I gasp.

as brief as one of

into the air.

me

“A-aron?”

raspy and I try to clear

the door of his bedroom.

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