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.

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

life and fate of one woman over myself and my

my responsibilities

depend on me for their life and

both the Roberts and Rathborn packs if both Leah and I

lose her had

But what of Leah?

magic, thoughts of her make me aware of this tether binding the heart and

start that I can

can sense her

indeed alive,

out of bed, even though my legs protest

to me, until I’m free, setting off all kinds

to take me toward the doorway of the room I’m in, however before I can get there, the door opens. Both Adam and my own pack doctor come rushing

physician admonishes. “You shouldn’t be out of

to see her,”

to go find her. Sight her, scent her, touch her, calm

US.

even been possible. You and Leah should both be dead. We don’t know what the long term

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