Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 339

EMILY

I’m confused when my mind comes back to itself.

I’m no longer in the cellar storeroom, I’m in my bedroom with no recollection of how I got here.

I’m no longer cold, but wrapped up tight in a blanket, being held

tight in a strong embrace.

Being held tight by-

Axel?

He’s humming some tune I don’t recognize, but it doesn’t sound like anything composed this century. More like classical music of

some kind.

It’s hard to imagine a hardened Alpha, a warrior, the Slayer, enjoying something so tame as classical music.

I don’t know what to make of this moment.

Axel was the one who locked me up.

He’s the one who refuses to understand my need to escape, to

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shift and run on my own.

He is my mate who rejected me out of hand.

I should hate him.

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I should be furious with him.

I should be escaping his hold and kicking him out of my room,

telling him I never want to lay eyes on him again.

However, it’s like whatever happened down in that cellar

storeroom has burned away all that anger I was holding onto.

be angry, I can’t find it within me any

feel this

this deep, rending grief for what happened to me.

loss of the girl I

the person- thing I became during

I

and Axel–with fury, because if I let myself feel this

I’m not sure

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I’ll ever

then there’s

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was the one who put me in that situation, but

the hands

realized what his

because I’ve refused to talk

to talk about and face everything that happened to

several times at Aaron’s

understand or help me if they don’t know the truth of my experience?

course, there’s good reason

of

put me through, but I can’t

everything.

my very life,

concerned.

the rest of the world, really–keeping me separate and never able to fully engage or feel like I belong.

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I feel like they’re never

to stop.

on inside

I feel inside

feel him shift

I don’t want to look up

I duck my head and close

him, reality will return, and this

end.

I never want this moment to end.

and tight in the arms of my mate–even if we

I don’t think anything else could

make me feel quite like

Axel is the only