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

Not after what just

raw and disgraced.

see the cold disgust

even worse.

regrets what happened between us, and I can only wonder

shouldn’t have done something so

kiss to distract

up around wolves, mated and otherwise.

can get around his mate, especially

might have rejected me, but his instincts would still be pushing me

him-trying to trick him so

of

I manage to slip away so

mind go quiet and my instincts take

I run and

not

es justo, Que hice

I’m starting to tire.

that

muscles

canse y quiero un juguete nues

I’ve left Rathborn lands behind me, and I’m coming up on the same hiking trail where I met

shift back, walking quietly through the trees.

before I emerge through the woods onto a

with a sketchbook in his lap and various pencils and other art stuff spread out around

deliberately crack a twig underfoot, and he turns his head

up as soon as he sees

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

to the page in front of him. “I was wondering

walk over and stand at the edge of the picnic blanket.

that’s what you think,” I reply sharply, but then