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.

it becomes apparent that Emily managed to do what I considered

near impossible.

She’s disappeared on me.

way she went, and I can’t easily

lingering scent…which makes no

at the inconvenience of her, at the impossible

she’s putting me in.

a s in a sling if I can’t

wolves gossip in a pack like this, and

the turbulent mess that had

about how Aaron punished James for failing

His brother in all

no such standing, there’s every possibility Aaron will do worse to me if I

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

scent.

fast to barely

of scent behind.

any other wolf, they might not have been

I’m no ordinary

my mate, and my wolf is more in-tune

liking the idea of hunting down our mate, clearly not

and bound off in the direction she fled, annoyed that she’s got a good head start on

go pretty much anywhere in the time

to work out which direction

out into the wilds of Rathborn pack lands, much further than I had to go yesterday to

she could even be doing out here

alone.

her own sense-her ability to prevent herself going rogue- is more

she’s trotting

just run off and lead me on

chase.