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.

proof is standing in a bedroom across

possible scenario for me.

look after me is the very same person who would kill me the second he found

danger than I

stop running until I’ve left Rathborn pack lands

where humans come to

to go back–especially with Aaron

to

have nowhere else to go.

possessions, no money of my own.

the card hasn’t arrived in the mail yet,

chance he’s restricted my access to make it harder

shift and emerge from the forest,

overlooking a small river, so I go and sit there, resisting the urge to cry as my thoughts

to kiss Axel

to surrender my body to

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

wolf–still longs for her

tie me

deserve such

hope you don’t mind me saying, but it’s such a

so lovely look so sad?”

and look around to see a tall man

is like the gloss of a raven’s wing and his eyes

been off ever since the old Roberts Alpha began his horrible experiments on me—so I can’t tell

he means no harm, and I realize I’m probably staring at him in

me for not

I was abducted, held and tortured for ten years, then the man who was meant to be my mate rejected me, and turned out to not be a simple

like. something is really bothering you,