Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 313

He holds out his hand and I take it, shaking.

His grip is firm and cool, and there’s something almost comforting about it.

“I’m Emily,” I tell him in return.

His smile deepens. “That’s a pretty name.”

I laugh at this.

Ronan might be too charming for his own good.

“I think it’s pretty basic myself, but you’re welcome to your opinion.”

He gives a quick, friendly laugh.

“So, Emily, what has you out here looking so down on a day like today?”

I take a slow breath, working out how I can explain without sounding crazy.

“Something bad happened to me, something traumatizing,” I begin, choosing my words carefully. “Something that went on for a long time. I finally got out just recently, and now my family are treating me like I’m fragile and broken. Maybe because I am.

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But I don’t want to be. And I can’t stay with my family, I can see that. It’s just not going to work. They’ll hate me when the realize the truth of everything that happened to me. Except I don’t know what to do, and don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Ronan nods, listening with sympathy and understanding.

And I realize it’s something no one has bothered to do since I got home.

They all just assume they know what happened to me, and what they should do about it.

I did have that moment with Axel earlier…

that wasn’t

line to kill me if or when the truth came out.

you’re here talking to me points to you actually being extremely strong and brave. You

think I’ve ever stopped

to me.

not in

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can do things now that I

not saying that makes

could go back and have a choice, I’d choose not to ever go through that, because I can’t exactly say what I’ve gained

in greater danger from people like

I decide

Emily,” Ronan continues in a sincere voice. “In a way that no one in your family can probably see. But I get the feeling that’s also because

can’t believe how much this stranger has actually seen me- in a way Aaron

just

so caught up in their own drama–and I was gone for ten

mean in a spiteful way, I just mean in

kind of way.

it’s them, not you,” Ronan says conspiratorially, leaning forward a little. “It’s also their loss if they can’t see any of that. You’re strong. You’ve proven

I’m speechless.

what to say, but I’m deeply touched by his

I say to him,

he gets to

hike these trails a few times a week,” he says. “Maybe I’ll see you around

smiling, because I hope

my feet, and we stand there looking at each other.

I step forward and hug

hugs me back, and it’s