Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 323

EMILY

For a second, I lay there, dazed and confused.

I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened between me and Axel.

But I’d barely come down from the impossible high when he got up and walked out, leaving me here feeling used and unwanted.

The cold air registers on my cooling skin and I shiver, quickly dragging my clothes over to dress myself before someone can walk in here and see me like this.

I thought what was happening between me and Axel was something special, something amazing.

That just maybe, somehow, we could get past all the things between us and become mated after

all.

Except I can see now how lust clouded my mind and impaired my judgement.

I feel shame and embarrassment storm through me.

I can’t believe how I let myself lose control like that. With a man who barely tolerates me and would kill me the second he discovered the truth of what I’d become after the horrible experiments the old Roberts Alpha and his son Liam conducted on me.

Axel had said I was required to begin my training again.

I don’t completely disagree with him on that idea. I’d like to sharpen my skills once again, and the idea of training everyday-having some structure and routine, as well as something to look forward to-it’s actually very appealing to me.

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I only wish I’d thought of it myself.

Now, Axel and Aaron will probably take the credit for any improvements training might bring me.

I’m going to do it, but I’m doing it for me, not them and not the pack.

want to start training

can’t. Not after

raw

see the cold disgust swiftly returning to his features,

even worse.

and I can only wonder how much worse his treatment of me is going

done something so stupid

kiss to distract him.

grew up around wolves, mated and

can get around his mate, especially when they’re not actually mated.

his instincts would

known getting so close to him-trying to trick him so I could

facility, avoiding the curious gazes of

some sneaking and cleverness, but I manage to slip away so I can shift

I’m free, I let my mind go

I run and

not

justo, Que hice mal?

starting to tire.

that

muscles

me canse y quiero

coming up

slow and then shift back, walking quietly through the trees.

a presence a second before I emerge through the woods onto a small clearing

in his lap and various pencils and

twig underfoot, and he turns his

smiles, and his eyes light up as soon as he sees

chest as I try to remember the last time someone actually looked happy to

he says, before returning his attention to the page in front of him. “I was wondering if I’d

over and stand at the edge of the

that’s what you think,” I reply sharply, but then internally wince at my automatic bitchiness.