Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 49

AARON

James floors it and the SUV careens off the road onto the trail.

“We’ll make it. We have team members en route. Give it a

minute, Aaron. Don’t go rushing in without a plan.”

How can I wait?

Brian is ruthless.

He’d said that he’d inherited his pack from his grandfather, but he wasn’t related to Old Man Leithrow.

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And here Brian was, preparing to do the same thing again. Only

this time to Leah.

And in her condition, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

She’s human, weak, si ck.

He’s a power-hungry Alpha.

“He’s taking her to the Grove,” James mutters.

I haven’t been back to this site in ages. Too many battles happened along these lands, and in the last

one, I showed no

mercy.

I still regret the things I did that day.

If Leah ever knew…

All the bodies we’d burned…

“Contact Liam. Notify Roberts’ pack. They need to call off the ceremony. If there is no transfer of power,

there’s no cause to hurt Leah.”

“Adam is heading to them personally. He tried calling. You tried calling. I sent three men to their

grounds too. It’s a two-hour drive.” James sighs. “This is an Alpha’s funeral, Aaron. Roberts’ pack

would’ve shifted. They would’ve been running in their true forms since nightfall. They aren’t going to be

back at the pack house or busy on cell phones.”

I know this. I get it. But da mn it, “We have to stop that ceremony.”

We’re closing in on the Grove, but if we fail, then I need to ensure that Leah will be okay. James pulls

past the off-road.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“We’re not heading in on the main trail. They’ll see and hear us coming from a mile away. We’ll circle

around the state park and cut in from the backside of the Grove.”

“Leah doesn’t have that kind of time.” I open the car door.

“Da mn it, Aaron!” He slams on the brakes, flips off the headlights and lets the Range Rover skid to a

stop.

“Take the trail,” I tell him.

He checks his phone. “Our men are coming. 20 klicks away.”

“Wait for them then. You can leave the car and come in on foot.”

“What about you?”

I peel my shirt over my head. “Don’t worry about me.”

James is still swearing as I partially shift and run down the hillside into the trees. James’ plan was

better. Safer. And if we’d divided our routes of ingress and gotten our men in place sooner, I probably

would have gone along with it.

But the ceremony takes place at midnight.

That’s in four minutes.

Our men won’t be here for ten.

Brian isn’t going to drag this out. He isn’t going to chance

someone interfering. The minute the transfer occurs, he’s going to ki ll her.

There’s no time to waste.