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.

even

he’d started cottoning on to my tricks, fighting my cravings, as well as the driving need to shift, to run, to just

managed to get away from Axel and flee to the forest not long after, but I worried about what will happen if or when I do lose control and

will hate myself if I do

the stress within

me to handle all

hate, someone whose constant presence reminds me of my years of

and continuously worrying about what will happen when that truth

day, is presence

blessing and a

mating bond, my wolf and my instincts still want him. Still want to get

dismissive, even downright contemptuous

real him.

side, like when he helped me the night of the party

his sense of humor which is a little dark and twisty, and suits

time I

lunch and I’m already feeling the pri ckly need to get

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

me from the bottomless pit of craving inside

every day.

a nod of respect toward Axel, who is lurking by the French doors leading out to the garden like he thinks I’m simply going to dash out through them if he wasn’t