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 have her own

of one woman over myself and

my responsibilities

who depend on me for

both the Roberts and Rathborn packs if both Leah and

the knowledge that I’d been about to lose

But what of Leah?

if by magic, thoughts of her make me aware of this tether

start

can sense

is indeed alive,

out of bed, even

various cards attached to me, until I’m

force my legs to take me toward the doorway of the room I’m in, however before I can

physician admonishes. “You shouldn’t be out

need to see her,”

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

US.

It shouldn’t have even been possible. You and Leah should both be dead. We

care!” I roar, and I know my eyes must be glowing, my