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.

literal living proof is standing in a bedroom

the worst possible scenario for

assigned as my guard to protect me and look after me is the very same person who would kill me the second he found out the truth about

danger than

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

in a local National Forest where humans

to go back–especially

to

have nowhere else

no possessions, no money

me to access the family’s vast finances, but the card hasn’t arrived in the mail yet, and I’m not even sure I

every chance he’s restricted my access

shift and emerge from the forest, coming out on a hiking trail.

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

to kiss

wanted to surrender my

is, even knowing now who he

my wolf–still longs for her mate.

could the Moon Goddess tie me to such a

do to deserve such a terrible

saying, but it’s such a

lovely look

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

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

are all screwed up–they’ve been off ever since the old Roberts Alpha began his

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

can anyone blame me for not

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 man at all, but the biggest threat

something is really