Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 312

EMILY

As soon as Axel confirms he is in fact Axiel Mercier, the legendary vampire slayer, I turn and run, no idea where I’m going, just knowing I need to get out of the house.

I had told the doctor I wanted to tell Aaron something–which was partially true–I’d decided in the bathroom I needed to tell Aaron I didn’t care about Axel rejecting me, that I didn’t want to be his mate after all.

How true those thoughts had turned out to be.

I’d gotten as far as the hallway when I’d heard Aaron shouting at Axel about him rejecting me, and then paused outside the door as Axel had told Aaron there were things about him that Aaron didn’t know.

Dangerous things.

It wasn’t my fault their voices had carried so clearly.

And okay, maybe I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.

But after Axel’s reply, my curiosity had gotten the better of me, so I’d loitered, holding my breath, wondering what could be so terrible and dangerous that Axel had apparently rejected me for my own good.

A

Would turn out to be none

other than a notorious, immortal slayer.

Axiel Mercier is like the human bogeyman for young wolves. We got old scary bedtime stories about him.

Be a good wolf or Axiel Mercier will come for you.

A lot of wolves don’t even believe he actually exists.

Stories about him petered off in the last hundred years or so. People began to believe that maybe he’d been killed.

the literal living proof is standing in a

worst possible scenario for me.

me is the very same

than

run, and don’t stop running until I’ve left Rathborn pack

where humans come to go hiking and

don’t want to go back–especially with

to

nowhere else to

no money of my

finances, but the card hasn’t arrived in

there’s every chance he’s restricted my access to make it harder for

the forest, coming out on a hiking

sit there, resisting the urge to cry as my thoughts spin in circles

wanted to kiss Axel

surrender my

thing is, even knowing now who he really is, part

my wolf–still longs for

Goddess tie me to such a

did I do to deserve

mind me saying, but it’s such a

can someone so lovely look so sad?”

my left and

like the gloss of a raven’s wing and his eyes are the most startling blue

ever since the old Roberts Alpha began his horrible experiments on me—so I can’t tell if the man is another wolf, human, or

up his hands to indicate he means no harm, and I realize I’m probably staring at him in

me for not trusting

and turned out to not be a simple man at all, but the biggest

says with a friendly smile. “You just look like. something is really bothering you, and I couldn’t