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.

aptly pointed out, I’m reliant

my clothes and food and pretty much

I left, I would have to live in the human world, and likely be homeless.

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

still be hiding the monster within me.

to live in fear that someone might

secret.

for me, just like

his status as a wolf with the power of three

stop any petition I

So I’m trapped.

living in that isolated house all

up so hard and fast and

weak. I won’t. Never again.

and shift before I can allow myself to even contemplate what his expression

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

I run.

the terrain. The scents I encounter are

which makes me think seeing that man Ronan was a complete oddity. We don’t traipse much near the public parks and the state preserves don’t typically see too many visitors

back home, I don’t bother to shift until I’m inside and in my room. I’ve been gone most of the day

and left for Romania, I try

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

I honestly didn’t think about it.

it is our own jet,

Aaron is telling me how high his regard is for me, and where I

say low to the point of not caring.