Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 293

AXEL

Emily spins away from me and rushes out through the door, as if she can actually get away from me.

She’s angry and sad, frustrated and scared, anxious…a whole bunch of bad things that are causing a co ktail of explosive behavior within her.

I huff an annoyed sigh and stuff down that sinking feeling in my gut, and follow after her.

Unfortunately, having experienced my share of captivity over the long centuries of my life, I know a thing or two about the volatile emotions that come into play once you find yourself free again.

It’s almost as terrifying as the imprisonment itself was, once you realize you can go anywhere or do anything.

Then, there’s the rage. The acknowledgment of everything you’d been denied for every second of your capture, all that anger that you hold in it starts boiling up.

With Emily, though, I suspect it’s more than just being held

captive. She has a wild look in her eyes that speaks of desperation, of abuse.

Of horrors that are unspeakable.

I know my fair share of those too.

She hates me right now and I’m not too proud of myself either.

Rejecting Emily had been a rash decision. An instinctual one. I’ve been alone for so long and I’ve sworn off ties. or relationships that might make the people around me vulnerable. The moment I felt that draw, that inescapable need to touch, to claim, I knew I had to end it.

Before something ever got started.

Severing the bond hurt like a so ofabitch. I hate thinking that I caused her pain. The woman’s a victim. Emily doesn’t deserve

to suffer more.

I scan the vast yards behind the mansion. I don’t see her and

there are paths carved through the snow in all directions.

I shift quickly.

but after a minute, it becomes apparent that

near impossible.

She’s disappeared on me.

know which way she went, and I can’t

lingering scent…which

the inconvenience of

she’s putting me in.

will have my a s in a sling if I can’t

told Emily, wolves gossip in a pack like

the turbulent mess that had

previously, they also talked about how Aaron punished

His brother in all

there’s every possibility Aaron will do worse to me

trot back and forth in an ever-widening arc across the yard and around the back half of the mansion, scenting and listening until eventually I pick up a trace of Emily’s

scent.

been moving fast to barely leave any

of scent behind.

not have been able to pick it

I’m no ordinary

Emily was my mate, and my wolf is more in-tune to

the idea of hunting down our mate, clearly not caring

the trail and bound off in the direction she fled, annoyed that she’s

anything or go pretty much anywhere in the

to work out which

lands, much further than I had to go yesterday to

what the hell she could even

alone.

simply the need to run and escape, then maybe her hold on her own sense-her ability to prevent herself going rogue- is

find her, she’s trotting back toward me,

just run off and

chase.