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 consequences.

One of the men pulls a

it lights

Then I light the remaining fuses.

at the back of the warehouse and

back

building and all evidence.

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6 Months later

It carries the scent of winter.

that doesn’t make sense.

–

barely

Classical music, Für

Beethoven.

sit up slowly.

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

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new to walking. My head is heavy and my balance is

stumble and when I stand I almost fall back down again.

moving, one foot

is partly open, letting in the cold-and snow.

and the contrast of cold and warm

and step out. The sun is shining

and snow b low. His back is to

I’d know those strong shoulders

turns slowly, sensing my presence. “It’s about time you woke up.”

toward me.

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

touches my face and I

brief as one of those snowflakes. Kissing

into the air.

walks past me back

“A-aron?”

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

his bedroom.

up to him, but I’m dizzy and have to