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

not today.

like Axel so aptly pointed out, I’m reliant upon Aaron

my clothes and food and pretty much everything else in

would have to live in

I could petition the Council to join another pack, but that

the monster

still have to live in fear that someone

secret.

me, just

now with his status as a wolf with the

any petition I might put

So I’m trapped.

as effectively as I was living in that isolated house

so hard and fast

be weak. I won’t. Never

from him and shift before I can allow myself to even contemplate what his

into his own. He’s squatting, watching me. And I don’t dare let myself–my wolf self–linger on the sight or

I run.

and fast over the terrain. The scents I encounter are

We don’t traipse much near the public parks and the state

and in my room. I’ve been gone most of the

already packed and left for Romania, I try not to

own fault I wasn’t here to say goodbye, and Aaron probably viewed it

I honestly didn’t think about it.

it is our own jet, he easily could have

left, and it feels like Aaron is telling me how high his