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

to talk to

present the idea of getting rid of Axel in a way where she might help me instead of running straight to Axel or

planning.

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

any

it seems as long as I’m with Jessica, he

I almost instinctively look to Axel for permission

even more.

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did I start thinking I

anything?

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look over at him and

watch a movie.

and grab some soda

into

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

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

movie ends, and Jessica says she’s heading to bed.

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

while Jessica heads upstairs, I tell her I want

end of the hall, Axel

Lurking.

like I knew he would

demands like the prison warden he is.

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not tired yet, I want to get a book from the library,” I

trails me into the library.

welcoming as it always is.

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fire

red and golden embers, and the pleasant

old books.

spend some time walking up and down the shelves,

Emily Dickenson I must have read a hundred times when I