Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 172

I run for hours.

I have no way of keeping track of time in wolf form, but eventually I can somehow sense dawn is coming, and I’m exhausted, so I

start heading back.

James didn’t exactly try to run with me the way I thought he would, He’d come out, yes, but he’d kept his distance and seemed more inclined to run ahead, or trot circles around me to keep guard whenever I stopped to rest or tracked an animal, or frolicked

in the snow.

When we arrive back at the mansion, James watches me go back in through the patio doors and shift to human form, before padding off around the outside of the house without shifting back himself.

I wonder where he’s going off to. Maybe he has patrols to do or something.

I go all the way up to my old room, even though Aaron’s room is closer and his bed is both larger and probably more comfortable, but I still can’t think of it as anything other than Aaron’s bed, even though I spent months there while I was in a coma.

I don’t bother dressing or putting on pjs, I simply crawl under the blankets and thankfully fall into a deep sleep.

Several hours later, my wolf senses bring me awake when someone walks into my bedroom.

Adam pauses halfway across the room where he was walking

clothes as Adam’s gaze drops to my chest, but for some

away.

as I pull the blankets up to cover

and they told me you’d been out running almost all night,

onto the nightstand, and I see orange juice,

the urge to snap at him that I didn’t

for some reason, she wants to bare her teeth

is my

one who was there for me through the can cer, did everything he could to help me, listened

all that running didn’t do much to appease

of Aaron flashes through my mind-a moment from that da mn dream I had when I was in California, of him thrusting deep

my wolf, I’m sure she’s

where

wants him

coma less than a week ago. You need to slow down.. You might have your wolf now, but it doesn’t make you

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keep the annoyance out of my voice. “What do you expect me to

and takes my hand. “And I admire you for it. But can’t we