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.

I don’t want to start training

Not after what just

raw

feet, I could see the cold disgust swiftly returning to his features,

even worse.

only wonder

shouldn’t have done something so

kiss to distract

grew up around wolves, mated and otherwise.

of control a male wolf can get around his mate, especially when

his instincts would still be pushing me toward

getting so close to him-trying to trick

gazes of other

and cleverness, but I manage to slip away so

my mind go quiet and my

I run and

not

-No es justo, Que hice

I’m starting

that

muscles

me canse y quiero un juguete

coming up on the same hiking trail where I met

slow and then shift back, walking

before I emerge through the woods onto a small clearing next to

is sitting there on a picnic blanket with a sketchbook in his lap and various pencils and other art

a twig underfoot, and he turns his head at the

up as soon as he

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

says, before returning his attention to the page in front of him. “I was

over and stand at the

here looking for you, if that’s what you think,” I reply sharply, but then