Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 12

perimeter. Everyone in this pack from the Alpha down to the lowest pack member must take a turn at patrolling

the property. We’re in an isolated area and his pack owns

hundreds of square miles of property with the whole western.

side flanking a state park, but we can never be too sure.

Humans are everywhere.

And so are enemy wolves.

I can’t shift and run the way the rest of the wolves here do, but I know the game trails well enough.

The fresh air fills my lungs carrying the scent of spring and fresh rain and lilacs. Those were my mother’s favorites, and I

planted them all around the main house.

Before I cut onto the southern trail, I turn back to the mansion.

It sits like a behemoth on the hillside, and in the distance

are rows and rows of neat little houses and cabins. Some

two hundred families live and work in this area and the

surrounding countryside. I wasn’t born here, but it feels like

home.

Most of the time.

Maybe.

phone. My dad hasn’t

me. I turned over

in

I just got a confirmation of

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

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forest and the scents change. I

to smell the pine and birch, the moist earth and

always wanted my own wolf so I

and smell and taste and feel with such a

to the world around me.

used to run these trails. I’d run as fast and

for breath and my muscles shook.

I walk now.

Slowly.

and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where

is a circle of life that is both fleeting and so exquisitely perfect.

mansion when

of something big, pounding the

Love: An Alpha’s Regret

of gray

is a huge wolf.

with darker tones along

he’s even with me.

inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s

of me wants to rail about

an out when all he can do is bark or growl or yip.

wolf is separate-a soul all

spirit of a

connection between.