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 the hall from my own room.

the worst possible scenario for

very same person who would kill me the second he found out the truth about what’d happened

more danger than I ever

stop running until I’ve left Rathborn pack lands behind

local National Forest where humans

back–especially

what to

nowhere else to go.

no possessions, no money of my

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

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

shift and emerge from the forest, coming out

sit there, resisting the urge to cry as my thoughts spin

wanted to kiss

surrender my body to

thing is, even knowing now

me–especially my wolf–still longs for her mate.

Goddess tie me to such a

I do to deserve such a

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

can someone so lovely look

and look around to see a tall man

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

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

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

me for not

my mate rejected me, and turned out

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