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.

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

just feel this overwhelming need

feel this deep, rending grief for

girl I

the person- thing I became during those ten years and

think now this is the reason I was hanging onto all that anger.

was easier to respond to everything–including Aaron and Axel–with fury, because if I let myself feel this anguish,

sure how I’ll survive

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I’ll ever escape it.

there’s

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who put me in that

at the hands of the old

have realized what

refused to talk about

needing to talk about and face everything

times at Aaron’s behest.

anyone to understand or help me if they don’t know the

course, there’s good

want to tell some of what that twisted old bastard

equally twisted son put me through, but I can’t tell

everything.

would risk my very life,

concerned.

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

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tears have started flowing, and I feel like they’re

to stop.

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

inside

humming and I feel him shift a little.

I don’t want to look up at him.

my head

him, reality will return, and this

end.

this moment to

and tight in the arms

each other–and I don’t think anything else could

feel

Axel is the only thing holding me