Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 14

Then his huge form moves in front of me, physically blocking

me from this threat.

I suck a breath.

There is nowhere to go.

His body morphs until he’s part man, part wolf and far more

powerful than both.

Aaron doesn’t wait. He lunges at the lead wolf, his claws digging into the flesh of the animal before

hurling the

creature over our heads and off the cliff.

It happens so fast I hardly believe my eyes.

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I inch back until my heels are at the edge.

I wobble and the wolf lunges.

My arms windmill as I try to hurl myself sideways instead of backwards to what would be a fatal fall.

The wolf spins at the last second, his jaws sinking into my ankle.

I scream.

His feeth sink in, scraping against the bone, and then I’m being dragged backwards.

I grab at the earth, my nails breaking as I dig my fingers into the ground for purchase. The wolf’s over

the edge, its weight dragging me down.

“Aaron!” I scream.

His gold eyes meet mine only for an instant, then he roars.

But he’s busy mauling and killing the other wolves. They have him pinned. He can’t reach me no matter

how he fights to be

free.

I close my eyes as I slip.

The earth is wet and the mud gets in my mouth and face as I

thrash and fight to hang on.

My ankle is on fire.

I slide another foot and the added weight of my own body hanging off the face of the cliff makes me

sink further.

My last thoughts are, that for as willing as I’ve been to die, to refuse treatments and accept my fate… I

don’t want to let go.

I don’t want to die. Not really.

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Bad Love: An Alpha’s Regret