Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 143

Chapter 143

“Da mn it, Leah!” James’ features contort with pain. He lets out some sound that is almost a whimper

before his body starts convulsing uncontrollably.

If he’d been driving, we’d be off the road and wrapped around a tree.

I get out of the car and go to the driver’s side.

I open the back door and climb in. Then I sling my hands beneath James’ arms. He’s shivering like a

baby.

I’m overcome with guilt. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. I know he was only being a hardass to protect me. Deep

down, I’ve come to think this wolf is actually fond of me. “I’m sorry.”

Then I tug with everything I have and try to pull him into the

backseat.

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James is massive. Not quite as tall as Aaron, but just as thick

and he weighs three times as much as me.

I grunt and groan and heave harder, but it’s like trying to move a mountain. When I finally drag him into

the back, I climb over him into the front, push the seat forward so I can reach the pedals, and tear out

of the parking lot. I jab the

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map feature on my phone as I go.

“D-don’t,” James says. “They’ll…kill you.”

He’s starting to shift. His body bows unnaturally, a result of the wolfsbane I injected into his

bloodstream, but he doesn’t fully

crossover.

“James…I’m already dying.” I stop because he roars. An instant later his eyes are blue again and his

face looks normal, albeit sweating profusely. “Nod if you can understand me.”

His skin is morphing with fur along his arms and then it recedes, like his body is stuck between both

forms. I know he’s

tough and he said this wouldn’t ki ll a wolf, but I’m worried. He je rks his head though.

“If something happens to me, you call Adam. He’ll know what to do.” I turn left and accelerate as the

road opens up. “Okay?”

He nods.

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I follow the prompts as my phone calls them out and the

directions take me to a rundown section of town near the

docks. There are cargo containers and huge warehouses.

Barbed wire fences cordon off the area. The streets are dark

and the smell of stale water is strong. I don’t have to guess at which building or at how I’ll get in.

The gate is open.

The lights are on.

“Lee-ah…don’t.”

It’s James. He’s trying to push himself up but he lacks the

strength. His hands shake and his whole body is wracked with

tremors. Despite the pain he’s experiencing, he’s still trying to help me, to protect me.

It’s a random thought but I say it, “You’ll make a good dad someday.”