Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 315

EMILY

Axel is infuriated, and I think he must have seriously heightened senses to be able to smell Ronan on me when we barely touched for more than a few seconds.

“No one!” I yell angrily–though that anger is fed by a healthy dose of fear now that I know who Axel really is.

“Tell me the truth, Emily!” he growls menacingly.

“Fine!” I yank harder, and this time he releases me, and I stumble a step. But he crowds closer to me until I’m backed up against a tree with no means of escape.

“It was just some guy,” I lie, hoping he can’t somehow tell I’m not telling him the truth. “I tripped over on the trail up there, and he helped me up. That’s all. It was just some stranger. We barely even spoke!”

Axel stares at me, eyes hard, glittering and threatening.

I half think he’s going to run off and track down Ronan to ask him for his version of events.

However, Axel doesn’t do any of those things.

Instead, he moves back just enough to give me room to breathe.

Still, I don’t know whether he believes me, or knows I’m lying.

“Shift, now. We’re heading back to the mansion.” Somehow, his already intimidating stare becomes even more threatening. “And don’t even think about running off on me again. You won’t like the consequences.”

Part of me wants to defy him.

I wish I was brave enough–like Ronan had said–to ignore his threats, to shift and run and escape him and my brother and their stupid suffocating rules.

But I’m not that brave.

least not today.

aptly pointed out, I’m reliant upon

food and pretty much everything else

to live in the

another pack, but that wouldn’t

be hiding the monster within

in fear that someone

secret.

might somehow find out and come for me, just like we were warned

Aaron is basically running the Council now with his status as a wolf with

or stop any petition I might put

So I’m trapped.

living in that isolated house all those years.

and fast and I choke on them.

I won’t.

him and shift before I can allow myself to even contemplate what his expression might

he picks up my clothes and rolls them into his own. He’s squatting, watching me. And I don’t dare let myself–my wolf self–linger

I run.

the terrain. The scents I encounter are all

parks and the

gone most of the day and it’s almost dark by the time I walk

have already packed and left for Romania, I try

here to say goodbye, and Aaron probably viewed it as me being petty and spiteful yet

I honestly didn’t think about

been booked to take off. And because it is our own jet, he easily could have asked

high his regard is for me, and where I am on his

low to the point of not caring.