Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 320

I can see Emily weighing up her options as she stares at me.

Maybe it wasn’t fair of me to offer her a chance to get out of her training.

I don’t plan on breaking my word.

I take my vows seriously.

If she can put me down on the mat, then I’ll honor what I said and I won’t make her begin training from scratch with the rookies, even though I think it would be good for her.

She probably doesn’t even realize how much of her training she forgot during her years of captivity.

Plus, I think learning those lessons from the beginning again. might do her humility some good.

But all this is empty speculation.

Emily will train with the newbies.

And I won’t break my word.

Because there’s no way she can beat me and put me down on

the mat.

She might not realize it, but her lessons are starting right now.

And the first one is that she shouldn’t underestimate me or doubt my willingness to run the Rathborn pack with an iron

fist until Aaron returns.

some kind of decision, and I would love to know what’s going on behind those

second, I get distracted by

mate

me, but she doesn’t

in the chest,

step.

curious to know

strategy this is, because she’s clearly not trying to

to take

mirrored wall.

her entire body up against the length

I’m shocked into freezing in

I’m acting before

bad idea this is.

taking the one thing I never thought I’d get

nothing has prepared me for the maelstrom of heat and lust and this soul-deep yearning that storms through

mouth beneath mine.

body and my teeth, sinking into her and making her mine-marking her-so

her for themselves.

around, and press Emily up against the

her thighs and picking

her, imagining how good it would be

and harder into her mouth, the same thing I

body.

from the wall,

she urges me down, I eagerly drop back onto the mat, pulling her on top of me, not breaking

legs slip down either side of my hips as she perches on

of me.

think about is tearing off every single item of clothing between us and thrusting up into the tight, wet heat of her.