Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 340

I knew it couldn’t last, and all too soon, Axel is shifting, pulling

away from me.

Except he doesn’t let me go and get up from the bed.

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He simply loosens his hold and leans back from me, then sets his hand beneath my chin so I’m forced to look up at him.

I can’t even imagine how wrecked I must appear right now.

After that hurricane of rage in the cellar storeroom leaving my hair in a tangle, and now with tears wetting my face, I must look quite

the sight.

However, Axel doesn’t seem to notice.

He looks worried–like he actually cares about me–as he stares down at me with a furrowed brow.

“Emily,” he says, again in that low voice that makes me shiver. “Talk to me. What happened down there?”

I’m not really ready to talk–truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to talk about this–but I know it’s long past time I actually

started telling someone, anyone, some of the things that

happened to me.

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to look away from him, focusing on the wall

me–locked me–in the cellar, it

from when the old Roberts Alpha used to-”

plan to say more, but it’s like words suddenly leave my brain.

Axel looks distressed.

Whatever it is, it’s in the past.

to anyone about what happened to me. Like I could

deep breath, returning my gaze

I think I see a hint

inside me. Especially the biggest secret I’m keeping from everyone. “And the way to do that is to begin by talking. At least that’s what the pack therapist told me. I

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me his undivided attention, as if nothing could be more important

moment.

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breath as I feel my pulse rate picking

alone. But sometimes he punished me simply because he was in a bad mood, or because something was going wrong in his pack, or because he’d get some

was no light, and he used to toss me

food or water.”

is listening, but I can see his anger growing, and suddenly I’m

he getting

I do

to shrink away from him,

and smoothed his expression.

so sorry that happened to you,” Axel says

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it must have taken for you to tell me that, so thank you for sharing

angry?” I dare to ask him, though my voice is hesitant and not much more

gentle runs it over my tangled hair in a comforting, affectionate gesture, one