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.

is standing in a

possible

as my guard to protect me and look after me is the very same person

in more danger than I ever imagined.

don’t stop running until I’ve left Rathborn pack lands behind me.

local National Forest where humans come to

to go back–especially with Aaron leaving for

to

nowhere else to

have no possessions, no money of my

account for me to access the family’s vast finances, but the card hasn’t arrived in the mail

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

the forest,

resisting the urge to cry as my thoughts spin in circles and

to kiss Axel

surrender my body to

thing is, even knowing now who he really

me–especially my wolf–still longs for her

Goddess tie me to

deserve such

saying, but it’s such a

lovely look so

the voice just off to my left and look around to see

a raven’s wing and

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

hands to indicate he means no harm, and I

can anyone blame me

to be my mate rejected me, and turned out to not be

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