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.

my cell phone. My dad hasn’t called. Not to

or to inquire after me. I

and saved in my

a

My stomach sinks.

need to stop feeling sorry for myself.

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forest and the scents change. I can only imagine

to smell the pine

own

and smell and taste and feel with

to the world around

as fast and as far as I

for breath and my muscles

I walk now.

Slowly.

the smaller plants and wildflowers. Looking up at the breaks in the canopy where the sun shines

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

the mansion when I hear the rumble.

beat of something big, pounding

Love: An Alpha’s Regret

flash of gray is familiar.

is a

with darker tones

until he’s even with me.

twist of his head, his wolf’s expression of “what’s up?”

to rail about Jessica.

And I’m not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark or growl

is separate-a soul all its own, wrapped within

spirit of

connection between.