Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 303

EMILY

The following few days, this weird tension settles over the mansion and the pack in general.

Aaron seems to have endless meetings that keep him out of the house at all hours of the day and night while Leah-not that I care about her-does nothing but look after Ethan and disappear into the office to bury herself under work for both the Rathborn and Roberts corporations.

The pack is being threatened by vampires, but I’m sure the next quarter’s profits are super important.

Meanwhile, I’m splitting my time between watching Axel- which is no hardship-and finding ways to sneak off and run through the wilderness at the edge of our territory.

He’s always pis sed when I do it, and it’s getting harder to get away from him.

But at least he only thinks I’m doing it because I’m running to cope with the trauma of my imprisonment, and otherwise being a ‘brat’ who won’t listen to him or Aaron about how it’s even more unsafe to go places on my own with the threat of vampires hanging over us.

Sometimes, when I think about the truth-about how they

would react if they knew what I was really doing when I went running off into the woods-I want to laugh hysterically.

They’re worried about the threat of vampires on their doorstep?

They have no idea about the dangerous monster they brought home to live under their own roof.

don’t even

started cottoning on to my tricks, fighting my cravings, as well as the driving need to shift, to run, to just get away from everyone and everything, and

flee to the forest not long after, but I worried about what will happen

will hate myself

the stress within me just keeps building

too many things for me to

forced to live in the same house as someone I hate, someone whose constant

myself and continuously worrying about what will happen when

day, is presence

and a

and my instincts still want him. Still want to get close to him, to know

dismissive, even downright contemptuous behavior toward me, sometimes I see hints

real him.

me the night of the party and I

a little

building like a pressure cooker, the time I need between my runs is getting shorter, the calming

barely after lunch and I’m already feeling the pri ckly need

trying to decide how I’m going to ditch Axel today when he’s been extra suspicious and bi tch y about everything I’ve

know nothing will divert me from the bottomless pit of craving

every day.

the French doors leading out to the garden like he thinks I’m simply going to dash out through them if he wasn’t