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.

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

I just feel this overwhelming need to cry.

grief for

loss of the girl I

the person- thing I became during those

I was hanging

everything–including Aaron and Axel–with fury, because if I let myself

not sure

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I’ll ever

then there’s

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was the one who put me in that

at the hands

couldn’t have realized what his actions would trigger

refused to talk about it.

been stubborn in my denial of needing to talk about and face everything that

at

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

good

I want to tell some of

me through, but

everything.

my very life, especially where Axel

concerned.

and the rest of the pack- the rest of the world, really–keeping me separate and

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I feel

to stop.

on inside me and locked in place,

I feel inside

and I feel him shift a

want to

duck my head

reality will return, and this

end.

want this moment to

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

I don’t think anything

make me feel quite like

the only thing holding me together