Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 155

SIX MONTHS AGO

I wake with a start, my heart jacked up, panic coursing through my blood, my wolf howling to be released so we can continue shredding our enemies.

Except I have to save her.

Leah.

She is my world, and I refuse to let her di e.

I will shred the Grim Reaper himself with my claws and my fangs if that’s what it takes.

However, I blink, recognizing the medical annex of my own packlands in Montana.

The sight clashes confusingly with my last memory of being in that warehouse and following Leah into the maws of death in a desperate last-minute attempt to save her.

I survived, somehow, when I expected death.

Now that the fight is over and I am faced with the cold light of day, I can’t believe the choices I made.

How I did the one thing I’d always vowed not to do.

I never planned to mate her-besides the fact she didn’t

put the life and fate of one woman over

my responsibilities as

depend on me for their life and

packs if both Leah and I had perished in that

lose her had somehow overridden

But what of Leah?

if by magic, thoughts of her make me aware of this tether binding the heart and soul of my

start that I can

can sense her

is indeed alive, but weak,

determinedly climb out of bed, even though my legs protest holding

and various cards attached to me, until I’m free, setting off

to take me toward the doorway of the room I’m in, however before

physician admonishes. “You

to see her,”

pushing and pushing me to go find her. Sight her, scent her, touch her, calm

US.

that before. It shouldn’t have even been possible. You and Leah should both

my eyes must be