Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

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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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deep breath and have to look away from him, focusing

you took me–locked me–in the

the old Roberts Alpha used

to say more, but it’s

Axel looks distressed.

don’t have to tell me. Whatever it is, it’s in the past.

refused to talk to anyone about what happened to me. Like I could make it go away, make it hurt less, make me less broken if I forced it to be in the past and pretended it didn’t affect me now. But it’s not that easy. It’s not

deep breath, returning my gaze to Axel to find

see a hint of

everyone. “And the way to do that

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gaze trained on me, giving me his undivided attention, as if nothing could be more

moment.

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breath as I feel my pulse rate

different ways he would punish me. Sometimes it was because I did something wrong–though not often. After a few years, I tried my hardest to be good and docile so he would leave me 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 news about Leah he didn’t like. One of the things he did sometimes was lock me in the storm cellar beneath the

than a closet. There was no light, and he used to toss me down there for hours or

food or water.”

see his anger growing,

is he getting

do something

beginning to shrink away from

smoothed his

sorry that happened to

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much it must have taken for you to

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

tangled hair in a comforting, affectionate