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 roof over

clothes and food and pretty much everything else in my life.

in the human world, and

I could petition the Council to join another pack,

still be hiding the

to live in fear that someone might discover

secret.

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

his status as

simply block or stop any petition I

So I’m trapped.

in that isolated house

fast and

weak. I won’t. Never again.

and shift before I can

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 on the sight or scent

I run.

the terrain. The scents I encounter

a complete oddity. We don’t traipse much near the public parks and the state preserves don’t typically see too

I’m inside and in my room. I’ve been gone

have already packed and left

knows it was my own fault I wasn’t here to say goodbye, and Aaron

didn’t think about it.

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

how high his regard is for me, and where I am on his life priorities.

say low to the point of not