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

Not after what just

raw and

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

even worse.

us, and I can only wonder how much worse his treatment of me

something so stupid like

a kiss to distract

around wolves, mated and otherwise.

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

me, but his instincts would still be pushing

to him-trying to trick him so

leave the underground facility, avoiding the curious gazes of other pack members

manage to slip away so

go

I run and

not

justo, Que hice mal?

I’m starting

that

muscles

canse y quiero un juguete nues

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

shift back, walking quietly through

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

sketchbook in his lap and various pencils and other art stuff spread out around him.

and he turns his head at the

smiles, and his eyes light up

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

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

the edge of the picnic

you, if that’s what you think,” I