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

One of the men pulls a tab off

it lights instantly.

Then

at the back of the warehouse and

catch, then flee out the back as they

this building and

A

A

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6 Months later

carries the

that doesn’t

–

barely begun.

music in the background. Classical music, Für Elise by

Beethoven.

sit 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

and when I stand I

foot in front of the

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

contrast of cold

doors and step

the wind and snow b low. His back is to

I’d know those strong shoulders

“It’s about time

stalks toward me.

hair is unbound. It’s long. Like really long. I’m draped in some full length nightgown that an

touches my face and

as brief as one of those snowflakes.

into

walks past me

“A-aron?”

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

pauses near the door of his bedroom. I’m

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