Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 326

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I don’t bother asking Axel what his punishment will be if I disobey

him and leave the house.

Instead, I turn on my heel and walk out on him, going to find

wherever Jessica ran off to.

I half expect Axel to follow me, but he doesn’t, and I don’t know if I’m relieved or annoyed.

No, I tell myself firmly. I’m definitely relieved.

But even I’m not buying my own lie.

When Axel had pulled me up against him just now in the office, for a second, I’d thought he was going to kiss me, maybe do even

more than that.

My body had all but melted like ice cream on hot pavement.

I wanted him.

Even worse now that I knew what it was like to come apart in his

arms.

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But I hated myself for that.

Did I have no self–respect?

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The man has made no secret about his negative feelings toward

1. me.

Yet my body and my instincts–most especially my wolf–want me to surrender to him every time he turns that heavy gaze my

way.

find Jessica, but she’s with other pack members and I don’t get a

talk

not sure what I would say to her anyway, how I might present the idea of getting rid of Axel in a

planning.

lurking here and there, always watching me closely as if he’s expecting me to just get up and run

at any

and it seems as long as I’m with Jessica, he mostly leaves me alone.

me if I want to watch a movie, and I almost instinctively look to Axel

even more.

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when did I start thinking I needed his

anything?

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over at him and tell Jessica

watch a movie.

some popcorn and grab some soda pop like

and head into the mansion’s theater

I’m sure he’s

and laugh and it feels like

Jessica says

want to go to bed, because I assume Axel is just waiting to lock

out to the corridor and while Jessica heads upstairs,

Axel

Lurking.

knew

he demands like the prison warden he is.

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tired yet, I want to get a book from the library,” I snap

trails me

is as welcoming as it always is.

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fire in

and golden embers, and the pleasant smell

old books.

some time walking up and down the shelves, until I find

must have read a hundred