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

after what just

feel raw

see the cold disgust swiftly returning to his features, but

even worse.

obviously regrets what happened between us, and I can only wonder how much worse his treatment of me

shouldn’t have done something

use a kiss to distract him.

wolves, mated and otherwise.

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

his instincts would still be pushing me

getting so close to him-trying to trick him so

underground facility, avoiding the curious gazes of other pack members I pass

sneaking and cleverness, but I manage to slip away

free, I let my mind go

I run and

not

justo, Que hice

starting to tire.

that

muscles

quiero un

Rathborn lands behind me, and I’m coming up on the same

then shift back, walking quietly through

the

picnic blanket with a sketchbook in his lap and various

underfoot, and he turns his

and his eyes light up as soon as he sees

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

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

walk over and stand at the

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