Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 300

AXEL

I’m good at sneaking in and out of places, and with the current confusion and distress within Aaron’s pack over the vampires brazenly walking onto Rathborn pack lands, it’s not hard to avoid notice or detection as I leave the house.

Outside, I easily pick up the stench of the vampires.

It’s this musky, sweet smell that’s apparently appealing to humans, and makes it easier for vampires to lure in their unsuspecting prey.

They would have left by road in a vehicle of some kind- probably a luxury brand, since vampires tend to be extravagant and do everything in ‘style’-so I shift and run, cutting across Aaron’s land to where I know I can intercept them on the road more quickly.

Once I reach the darkened stretch of highway-deserted at this time of night I shift back and then stand in the middle of the road, waiting for the lights of the vehicle to sweep around the nearby bend.

I hear the purr of the engine first, and a few moments after that, the glare of the headlights cut through the gloom of a moonless Montana night.

The vehicle slowly rolls to a slop, and then before the three vampires climb out of the car.

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“I have to say,” the female vampire says as the trio line up to stare at me. “I was expecting something much more intimidating -larger than life-from the Axiel of Legend.”

“I go by Axel these days,” I tell her in return. I drop my carefully curated Texas accent. Not much point in keeping up the façade when these vampires know exactly who I am.

As for this bunch, I wasn’t lying when I told Aaron I’d never met them before.

I’d met and killed-many other vampires

taken down some of the most powerful and legendary vampires of all time, like Vlad, whom the

three are just

Nothing special about them.

probably behead them in

a bunch of unsuspecting m orons more your style these days as well?” one of the male vampires asks,

my

their anger like an axe to a dead tree. “You’d do well to remember that before moving against

my mind goes

breaking the mating bond, my instincts

have an answer for this,

but quickly trails off

plus a broadsword I particularly enjoy beheading with. If it didn’t infringe on the treaty, I’d kill all three of you where you

shift back, as if getting ready to run,

My reputation is well-earned.

wolves don’t know, that peace treaty that got signed all

named on it as

the treaty

down the vampires or wolves who threaten to break the peace between wolves and

what brought me

that something was

was one

know at the time Karolina was the one I needed to deal