Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 326

EMILY

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.

other pack members and I

to talk

of getting rid of Axel in a way where she might help me

planning.

comes and goes, and Axel is lurking here and there, always watching me closely as if he’s expecting me to just get

at any

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

asks me if I want to watch a movie, and I almost instinctively look to Axel for permission which just pisses

even more.

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I start thinking I needed his

anything?

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urge to look over at him and tell Jessica I’d

watch a movie.

and grab some soda pop like when

head into the mansion’s theater

but I’m sure he’s

a rom–com and we both cry and laugh and it feels like old times…exactly what I needed.

eventually the movie ends, and Jessica

don’t want to go to bed, because I assume Axel is

upstairs, I tell her I want

hall, Axel appears out of the shadows.

Lurking.

like I knew he would

you going?” he demands like

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get a book from the

reply, just trails me into the library.

as welcoming as it

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cozy couches, a fire in the hearth burning low

golden embers, and the pleasant smell of furniture

old

walking up and

book of poetry by Emily Dickenson I must have read a