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.

out, I’m reliant

and pretty much everything else in

have to live in the human world,

the Council to join another pack, but

the

fear

secret.

out and come for me, just

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

petition I might put to

So I’m trapped.

as I was living in that isolated house all those

fast and I choke on them.

weak. I won’t. Never

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

into his own. He’s squatting, watching me. And I don’t dare let myself–my wolf self–linger on the

I run.

The scents I encounter are

public parks and the state preserves don’t typically see

and in my room. I’ve been gone most of the day and it’s almost dark by the time I walk back into the house.

already packed and left for Romania, I try not to feel

goodbye, and Aaron probably viewed it

honestly didn’t think

our own jet, he easily could have asked to postpone for an hour or two so I could be

left, and it feels like Aaron is telling me how high his regard is for me, and where I am on his life priorities.

is to say low to the point