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.

standing in a bedroom across the hall from my own

worst possible scenario for

same person

than

until

a local National Forest where humans come to go

go back–especially with Aaron

to

have nowhere else to

no possessions, no money of my

but the card hasn’t arrived in the mail yet, and I’m not

my fragile state of mind, there’s every chance he’s restricted my access

shift and emerge from the forest, coming out

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

kiss Axel earlier.

surrender my body to

knowing now who

wolf–still longs

could the Moon Goddess tie me to such

do to deserve such a terrible

saying, but it’s such a

so lovely look so sad?”

left and look around to

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

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

he means no harm, and I realize I’m

blame me for not trusting anyone?

man who was meant to be my mate rejected me, and turned out to not be a

says with a friendly smile. “You just look like. something is really bothering you, and I