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.

a bedroom across the hall

possible scenario for me.

look after me is the very same person who would kill

more danger than I ever

don’t stop running until I’ve left

a local National Forest where humans come

don’t want to go back–especially with Aaron leaving

to do.

nowhere else to go.

possessions, no money

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

there’s every chance

the forest,

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

to kiss Axel earlier.

wanted to surrender my body to

the worst thing is, even knowing

longs for her mate.

tie me to such

do to deserve such a terrible fate?

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

so lovely look

and look around to see a tall man standing there.

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

all screwed up–they’ve been off ever since the old Roberts Alpha began his horrible experiments on me—so

to indicate he means no harm, and I realize I’m probably staring

blame me for not trusting

was meant to be my mate rejected me, and turned out to not be a simple man at all, but the biggest threat to my

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