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.

but she’s with other pack members and

to talk

I would say to her anyway, how I might present the idea of getting rid of Axel in a way where she might help me instead of running straight to Axel or Aaron

planning.

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

at any second now.

as I’m with Jessica, he

watch a movie, and I almost instinctively look to Axel

even more.

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start thinking I needed his

anything?

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at him and tell Jessica I’d love

watch a movie.

popcorn and grab some soda

and head into the mansion’s

us be, but I’m sure he’s probably lurking in

we both cry and laugh

the movie ends, and Jessica says she’s heading

assume Axel is just waiting to lock me in my room

walk out to the corridor and while Jessica heads upstairs, I tell

of the hall, Axel appears out of the shadows.

Lurking.

like I knew

you going?” he demands like the

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

trails me

is as welcoming as

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cozy couches, a fire in the hearth burning

red and golden embers, and the

old

time walking up and down the

poetry by Emily Dickenson I must have read a hundred