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.

after a minute, it becomes apparent that Emily managed

near impossible.

She’s disappeared on me.

which way she went, and I can’t

lingering scent…which makes

at the inconvenience of

she’s putting me in.

a s in a

in a pack

turbulent mess

also talked about how Aaron punished

Beta. His brother in all but

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

ever-widening arc across the yard and around the back half of the mansion, scenting and listening until eventually

scent.

fast to barely leave

of scent behind.

any other wolf, they might not have been able to pick it

no

my mate, and my wolf is

is thrilling at this chase, liking the idea of hunting down our mate, clearly not caring that I rejected her, and we can never actually

bound off in the direction she fled, annoyed

anything or go pretty much anywhere in the

work out which direction she

Rathborn pack lands, much further than I had to go yesterday

the hell she could even

alone.

hold on her own sense-her ability to prevent herself

her, she’s trotting back toward

as if she didn’t just run off and

chase.