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

put the life and fate of one woman

responsibilities as

the people who depend on me for their life and

packs if both Leah and I had

about to lose her

But what of Leah?

me aware of this tether

a start that I can sense

can sense her

alive,

bed, even though my legs protest

at the cannula and various cards attached to me, until I’m free, setting off all kinds

toward the doorway of the room I’m in, however before I can

admonishes. “You shouldn’t

to see her,”

pushing and pushing me to go find her.

US.

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

know my eyes must be glowing, my claws lengthening and my fangs threatening to