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

I’m reliant upon Aaron for a roof over my head.

and pretty

to live in the human world, and likely

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

still be hiding the

have to live in fear

secret.

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

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

or stop any petition I might

So I’m trapped.

effectively as I was living in that isolated house

and fast

weak. I

shift before I

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

I run.

fast over the terrain. The scents I encounter are

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. Why was Ronan

room. I’ve been gone most of the day and it’s almost dark by the

and left for Romania,

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

didn’t think about

own jet, he easily could have asked to postpone for an hour or two so I could be here to say goodbye.

is telling me how high

to the point of