Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 25

I shift in the center of the cabin, let my wolf brush by Leah, and then I head into the valley at a full-out run.

I’m not sure even the miles I roam tonight will be enough. I may have to hunt.

My wolf is nearly feral-he’s angry and volatile. A tangle of rage and passion. If I stayed in my human form, I would’ve done something dumb.

Like killing Leah’s father.

Or taking out some of my anger on her, for what she’d done.

But most of my anger-the real depth of my rage- is aimed only at myself.

I forced us into this situation.

I called Leah’s bluff and left her with no recourse other than to

sell herself.

And while I wanted my wife’s loyalty, no, I demanded it, there

is no real bond or loyalty at all, if it is coerced.

I hate that we have come to this.

And I don’t see any way to fix it.

Maybe I should’ve let her go and just let the chips fall where they will.

Her father’s pack is vast and powerful, but in the last decade, my Alpha powers have surpassed his. Where we have thrived

prepared, Leah’s old pack has grown lax. Instead of using the peace to build,

holdings-something

had been a fierce opponent,

his

to get rid of

to see the disappointment in her eyes. Because Roberts didn’t just drown his sorrows or party to forget,

fraction of

doubt I could

challenged him and been

of retreating here, with Leah, to let my

one of my messages

If he wants to survive, if he wants to ensure

a pack to come back to, then he’ll shut his mouth, take his punishment

wolf snarls viciously, pushing me to a

relegated to more immediate

trail of a doe. Tracks from a rabbit,

the river trickling over smooth

in that one-room cabin.

my wolf wants.

wanted it from the first moment I brought the girl

into

me. Well, not

species.

So I run.

the mountain until my mouth. hangs open, my muscles ache, and

lungs.

several hours before I

enough that I could hear if the engine