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.

don’t want to start training now.

after what just

raw and disgraced.

see the cold disgust swiftly returning

even worse.

can only wonder

shouldn’t have done something so stupid like

use a kiss to

up around wolves, mated and otherwise.

male wolf can get around his

have rejected me, but his instincts would still be

to trick him so I could win

the underground facility, avoiding the curious gazes of other pack

and cleverness, but I manage to slip away so I can

free, I let my mind go quiet and

I run and

not

es justo, Que

starting to tire.

that

muscles

y quiero un

me, and I’m coming up on the same hiking trail where I met

then shift back, walking quietly through the

before I emerge through the woods onto

there on a picnic blanket with a sketchbook in his lap and

twig underfoot, and he turns

his eyes light up as soon

thumps painfully in my chest as I try to remember the last time someone

page in front of him. “I was wondering if I’d see you

stand at the edge of the picnic blanket.

didn’t come here looking for you, if that’s what you think,” I reply sharply, but then