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.

she’s with other pack members and I don’t get a

to talk to

to her anyway, how I might present the idea of getting rid of Axel in a way

planning.

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

any second

seems as long as I’m with Jessica, he mostly leaves

and I almost

even more.

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I needed

anything?

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resist the urge to look over at him and

watch a movie.

pop some popcorn and grab some soda pop like when

and head into the mansion’s theater room.

but I’m sure

we both cry and laugh and it feels like old times…exactly

movie ends, and Jessica says she’s heading to

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

heads upstairs, I tell her I want a book from the

of the hall, Axel appears out of

Lurking.

knew he would

going?” he demands like the prison warden he is.

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a book from the

trails me into

as welcoming as it always

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a fire in the hearth burning

golden embers, and the pleasant smell

old

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

must have read a hundred times when I was younger.