Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 287

EMILY

The stranger-Axel-is cold and indifferent.

His expression is harsh and unforgiving as he stares at me.

Could my wolf be wrong?

How can this man be our mate?

He stands before me, unfeeling and unsympathetic, like a statue of ice.

“I told you not to say it,” he growls at me, and I want to run from him, but he’s holding my arm in a bruising grip.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter out, wishing I could take it back.

“Since you’re so insistent on knowing,” he says, tone cutting and caustic. “Yes, it does seem like you’re my mate. But I do not accept it. I do not accept you.”

I flinch and feel myself shrinking.

Of course he doesn’t accept it.

Or me.

I’m damaged goods.

I spent ten years being locked up.

And even though no one knows my secret, I’m dangerous, broken and unlovable.

“Are you rejecting me?” I whisper, and already I can feel the pain of our mate bond tearing jaggedly apart.

“Yes, Emily. I reject you.”

The ache turns into a sharp shot of pain like an elastic pulled too tight and suddenly snapped.

and my knees give way, but

me up, and I barely have time to recover from the slowly fading pain, before he’s dragging me

it, and I’m

even, and how did he come to

I assume, since Aaron entrusted

go!” I shout at him, pulling against his

I’m strong.

than a regular wolf should be thanks to the old Roberts

Axel is

at me, eyes

go back to the house, Emily. Now. Aaron wants to see you, and since Aaron is pack Alpha, you

that instant, I hate this cold, arrogant,

he

him would be

am already familiar

return only because I want to see my brother, not because you tell me to,” I tell him stubbornly, even though part of me fears how he

tug on my

expecting it, so I end up falling backwards

looks down

he orders as if he is an Alpha

even

anything, he shifts

impatient and disgusted with me, even

burning with shame and self-loathing, I shift and then obediently follow Axel all the way back to the

more

no

wife is here too.

love with her- mated her-as if the war that killed our parents, the

instead of simply killing me, had been because he’d been forced to hand his daughter over to Aaron in order to

visit me regularly, giving me

refused

came to tell me that Aaron had eventually married

thought he was