Toxic Love An Alpha’s Regret - Season 1 Episode 13

The gray flash is familiar

Aaron is a huge wolf.

Gray from head to tail with darker tones along his chest and flanks. He runs until he’s even with me.

There’s a bark and then an inquisitive twist of his head, his wolf’s expression of “what’s up?”

Part of me wants to rail about Jessica. To demand the truth.

Not that Aaron can answer. And I’m not about to give him an out when all he can do is bark or growl or yip.

His wolf is separate-a soul all its own, wrapped within Aaron.

I’m told it’s the other half of one’s self, or the primal spirit of a being. Not having a wolf myself, I can’t really speak to the connection between.

We walk side by side for a while.

I’m lost in my thoughts.

My sickness.

Aaron’s betrayal.

Jessica’s treachery.

A baby…

I know she flirts with him something awful and he doesn’t stop her. But I don’t know that he’s ever fully crossed that line with her.

If he has…

Aaron’s big wolf brushes along my side, making my hand run along the length of his shoulder and back. If Aaron is stubborn, his wolf is ten times as bad.

“Okay, you big brute,” I mumble, petting him for real this time and keeping my hand in his fur as we move.

I can’t blame the wolf for the man’s actions.

There may be a connection and you can’t separate the beast from the man, but if a line was crossed, it wasn’t by this four-legged creature, it was Aaron. Knowingly and willingly.

His head swings into my hip, a gentle nudge for more attention.

The wolf has always been nice to me.

There have been plenty of nights when Aaron will shift and it’s this big, ferocious beast that nestles next to me, his head in my lap to sleep.

“I always did like you better,” I tell him.

He barks happily.

Gradually the forest lightens, and I aim toward the break in the trees that will bring us to the edge of the ravine.

I’m not sure why Aaron shifted or why he’s following me. Maybe he’s worried I’ll try to leave?

I’ve been thinking about it, for sure.

But that sort of thing takes a lot of planning and after my last doctor visit venture, the security is especially tight around the main house.

The cliff drops off and below is a long stretch of river. If I stay on the path, several miles south of here, the ground evens off and it’s a great spot for swimming and fishing, when the water’s warm enough.

It’s spring now, and I count the months, wondering if I’ll still be alive when summer’s here.

The wind blows at my back and all of a sudden, Aaron freezes.

The fur beneath my hand rises.

We are not alone.

He growls menacingly.