Toxic Love An Alpha’s Regret - Season 1 Episode 23

he road winds back and forth as we gain elevation. The mountain is steep enough to ski and it’s heavily wooded. The headlights cast shadows through the pines and fir.

I’ve never been here before.

I wonder if Aaron has.

He brings the vehicle to the mountain top and parks. “Get out,” he tells me.

I slowly unbuckle my belt. It’s significantly colder here than where we’d been and I didn’t think to bring a coat. I don’t have my medications. My phone’s about to die.

This is the type of deserted stretch of forest where you’d go hunting for the weekend.

Or where you’d bury a body.

After the things I’ve said tonight, I have to wonder why Aaron has brought me here.

In a battle of strength against this wolf, there would be no

contest.

“Come on,” he says quietly. “It’s this way.”

He grabs a big duffel bag from the back of the SUV and then walks through the dark to the edge of the mountain top.

I can’t see with the same precision he does. And the gold flash of his wolf’s eyes tells me his night vision is easily ten times better than mine. I let him lead the way.

An owl calls and there’s a low hum of different insects. Gravel or stones crunch as we walk, so this roadway is maintained in some

way.

Again I want to ask where we’re going and more importantly, why. But this wolf won’t reveal anything he isn’t ready to and there is no point in arguing over it.

I just have to hope that I’m not walking to my own grave.

That would be the ultimate coup, though, wouldn’t it?

Aaron kills me, pins it on my father or my pack in some way.

Hmm.

I slide on some uneven stretch of ground and in a flash, he has my arm and he’s holding me in place.

“I, uh, I’m okay.”

I glance up as the clouds lift, and moonlight floods this area, showing too many stars overhead to count and a valley below that’s bisected by a curving stretch of river.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” he agrees.

I hadn’t intended to say that out loud.

Perhaps a mile or so down the trail, there is a flash of reflection. As my eyes adapt more, I see the straight lines of a cabin, and more glints of the moonlight on gla*s windows.

“Is that where we’re going?”

Aaron nods and picks up the pace.

He hefts the giant bag a bit higher on his back. There’s a clang and thump, sounds I’d a*sociate with heavy objects.

I gulp.