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.

she’s with other pack members and

talk to her.

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

planning.

watching me closely as if he’s expecting me to just

any second now.

as long as I’m with Jessica,

movie, and I almost instinctively look

even more.

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thinking I needed his approval to do

anything?

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to look over at him

watch a movie.

pop some popcorn and grab some soda pop like

into the

I’m sure he’s probably lurking in the hallway.

cry and laugh and it feels like old

Jessica says she’s heading

because I assume Axel is just waiting to lock me in my room again.

to the corridor and while Jessica heads upstairs, I tell her I want a book

Axel appears out of the shadows.

Lurking.

I knew he

you going?” he demands like the prison warden he

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I want to get a book from the library,” I snap impatiently, stepping around

reply, just trails me into the library.

is as welcoming as it always is. There’s

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a fire in the hearth burning low

embers, and the pleasant smell

and old books.

up and down the shelves,

by Emily Dickenson I must have read a hundred times when