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.

planned to mate her-besides the fact she

and fate of one woman over myself

responsibilities as

depend on

the Roberts and Rathborn packs if both Leah and I had perished in that

that I’d been about to lose her had somehow overridden every commonsense I’d

But what of Leah?

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

start that I can

can sense

is indeed alive, but weak,

climb out of bed, even though my legs protest holding

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

room I’m in, however before I can get there, the door

physician admonishes. “You shouldn’t be

see her,” I

pushing me to go find

US.

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

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