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.

though I want to be angry, I can’t find it within me any longer.

feel this overwhelming need to cry.

deep, rending grief for what happened to me.

loss of the girl I was before I got abducted.

at the person- thing

the reason I was

Axel–with fury, because if

not sure how I’ll survive

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ever escape it.

there’s Axel.

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he was the one who put me

at the hands of the old Roberts

realized what

because I’ve refused to talk

denial of needing to talk about and face everything that happened to me, even with

times at Aaron’s behest.

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

good

I want to tell some of

through, but I can’t tell them.

everything.

would risk my very

concerned.

rest of

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and I feel like they’re never going

to stop.

a faucet has turned on inside me and locked in place,

feel inside flow

feel

want to

head and close my

I look up at him, reality will return, and

end.

I never want this moment to end.

in the arms of my mate–even if we

other–and I don’t think anything else

feel quite like this.

the only thing holding