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.

not today.

I’m reliant upon Aaron for a

and food and pretty

I would have to live in

the Council to join another pack, but that wouldn’t solve

hiding the monster within

still have to live in fear that

secret.

out and come for me, just like we were warned in those scary fairytales

Council now with his status as

or stop any petition

So I’m trapped.

as I was living in that isolated

so hard and fast and I

I

away from him and shift before I can allow myself to even contemplate what

picks up my clothes and rolls them into his own. He’s squatting, watching me. And I don’t dare

I run.

the terrain. The scents I encounter

complete oddity. We don’t traipse much near the public parks and the state preserves don’t typically see too many visitors this far out.

gone

find out Aaron and Leah have already packed and left for Romania,

say goodbye, and Aaron probably viewed it as me being petty and spiteful yet again.

didn’t

hadn’t told me what time the private jet had been booked to take off. And because it is our own jet, he easily could have asked to postpone for an hour or two so I could be here to

it feels like Aaron is telling me how high his regard is for me,

is to say low to