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.

so aptly pointed out, I’m reliant upon Aaron for a

pretty much everything else in

I would have to live in the human

I could petition the Council to join another pack, but

the monster within me.

to live in fear that someone might

secret.

that Axel might somehow find out and come for me, just like we were warned in those scary fairytales

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

block or stop any petition I might put

So I’m trapped.

as effectively as I was living in that isolated

so hard and fast and I choke on them.

weak. I won’t. Never again.

and I shove away from 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

I run.

the terrain. The scents I encounter

oddity. We don’t traipse much near the public parks and the state preserves

room. I’ve been gone most of the day

and Leah have already packed and left for Romania, I try not

fault I wasn’t here to say goodbye, and Aaron probably viewed

I honestly didn’t think about

jet had been booked to take off. And because it is our own jet, he

how high

to