Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

JAMES

“SONOFABITCH!!!”

Aaron is convulsing.

His arms and legs are flailing and for a 6’4″ beast of man, he can do a lot of damage. Our men can handle it.

His wife…

Leah’s eyes are open and unseeing. Aaron has her hand clasped in his and I wonder if they walk the same space or if that peace beyond life is as simple as one breath to the next.

Nothing to mourn or hope for.

Just silence and darkness.

One thing’s for sure… if he follows her, it’ll cause chaos.

“Get your ass back here, bro,” I growl, and because I’m so pi ssed that he could be so f**king reckless, I slap his face to try and anger him back to his senses.

Our men are anxious and gaping at me. They’ve never lost an Alpha. Not in battle and not even in succession. Aaron’s grandfather transferred the role to him at an early age. Pack Rathborn has been beneath Aaron’s control for two decades.

There are police sirens outside and that’s going to be a mess to deal with.

“Get them up and out the back.”

There are boats outside and while that might cause a whole shitstorm of trouble-the whole evading police and fleeing a crime scene variety of charges-we can’t stick around and wait for my Alpha to do…whatever it is he’s trying to do.

I think back long and hard on every text of our Archives I’ve

ever read.

Wolves have been transitioned. Wolves have been ‘saved’ by a mating bond.

But no wolf in existence has been mated to a dead human and survived it.

The very act that Aaron has committed is an abomination.

I worry at the consequences.

“The canisters are ready.” One of the men pulls a tab off one

and it lights instantly.

“Haul them out,” I order. Then I light the remaining fuses.

I stand at the back of the warehouse and wait for the flames

to catch, then flee out the back as they engulf the place.

Burning Liam, this building and all evidence.

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6 Months later

The air is cool. It carries the scent of winter.

But that doesn’t make sense.

–

Summer had barely begun.

There’s music in the background. Classical music, Für Elise by

Beethoven.

He moves toward me like he might catch me and then pauses.

I hold my head. I have visions. Memories.

Splintered images of blood. And pain.

Betrayal and loss.

Someone calling my name in the dark. Dragging me back from the abyss.

I have so many questions…

“I have to go, Leah. Ask one of our staff to fill you in.”

That hurts. I don’t know what I expect, but it isn’t for him to be so…distant.

“Aaron, Please.”

He hesitates again. His huge body visibly shudders. Is it the man, his wolf?

He told me he loved me. He held me. My last memories are of only him.

“Why are you pushing me away?” Darkness creeps into my mind, teasing at the edges my consciousness. If it engulfs me, I’ll drown. I need him. He’s my tether to this world. I love him and I need to touch him, to know that this is real and not some figment of my mind, because I’ve been adrift for so long.

“Please,” I call to him. “Don’t leave me alone…”

His dark eyes are anguished. His muscles flex and his wolf surfaces in a flash of gold. Then his irises darken again. “I’m sorry,” he mutters before charging out the door. It closes with a resounding click and I sink to the floor. Tears gather in my eyes.

Then a voice echoes from within: Whoever said you were alone?