Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 315

EMILY

Axel is infuriated, and I think he must have seriously heightened senses to be able to smell Ronan on me when we barely touched for more than a few seconds.

“No one!” I yell angrily–though that anger is fed by a healthy dose of fear now that I know who Axel really is.

“Tell me the truth, Emily!” he growls menacingly.

“Fine!” I yank harder, and this time he releases me, and I stumble a step. But he crowds closer to me until I’m backed up against a tree with no means of escape.

“It was just some guy,” I lie, hoping he can’t somehow tell I’m not telling him the truth. “I tripped over on the trail up there, and he helped me up. That’s all. It was just some stranger. We barely even spoke!”

Axel stares at me, eyes hard, glittering and threatening.

I half think he’s going to run off and track down Ronan to ask him for his version of events.

However, Axel doesn’t do any of those things.

Instead, he moves back just enough to give me room to breathe.

Still, I don’t know whether he believes me, or knows I’m lying.

“Shift, now. We’re heading back to the mansion.” Somehow, his already intimidating stare becomes even more threatening. “And don’t even think about running off on me again. You won’t like the consequences.”

Part of me wants to defy him.

I wish I was brave enough–like Ronan had said–to ignore his threats, to shift and run and escape him and my brother and their stupid suffocating rules.

not that

least not today.

aptly pointed out, I’m reliant upon Aaron for a roof over my head.

clothes and food and pretty much everything else in my

I would have to live in the human

I could petition the Council to join another pack,

be hiding the monster

still have to live in fear that someone might discover

secret.

and come for me, just like we were warned in those scary fairytales as kids.

the Council now with his status as a wolf with the power of three Alphas.

simply block or stop any petition I might put

So I’m trapped.

I was living in that isolated house

fast and

weak. I won’t.

him and shift before I can

squatting, watching me. And I don’t dare let myself–my wolf self–linger

I run.

terrain. The scents I encounter are all

near the public parks

bother to shift until I’m inside and in my room. I’ve been gone most of the day and it’s almost

and left for Romania, I try not to feel hurt.

goodbye, and Aaron probably viewed

honestly didn’t think

booked to take off. And because it is our own jet, he easily could have asked to postpone for an hour or

it feels like Aaron is telling me how high his regard is for me, and where I am on his life priorities.