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

are ready.” One of the

it lights

Then I light

at the back of the warehouse and wait for

flee out the back as they engulf

this building and

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6 Months later

cool. It carries the scent of

doesn’t make

–

barely begun.

background. Classical music, Für Elise by

Beethoven.

sit up

discomfort that doesn’t hurt, per say, but it’s a

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a colt new to walking. My head is heavy

and when I stand I almost fall back

one foot in front of the

letting in the cold-and

and the contrast of cold

and step out. The sun is shining even

wind and snow b low. His back

those strong shoulders

slowly, sensing my presence. “It’s about

toward me.

is unbound. It’s long. Like really long. I’m draped in some full length nightgown that an 80 year old might

my face and I gasp.

as one of those snowflakes. Kissing my

then melting into the air.

walks past me back

“A-aron?”

is raspy and I try to clear my throat. “Aaron. Don’t go.”

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

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