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

not

Axel so aptly pointed out, I’m reliant

and food and pretty much everything else in my

live in the human world, and likely be

Council to join another pack, but that

be hiding the monster within me.

have to live in fear that someone might

secret.

worse, that Axel might somehow find out and come for me,

status as a wolf

simply block or stop any petition I might put to the Council.

So I’m trapped.

in that isolated house all those

fast and I choke

won’t be weak. I

shove away from him and shift before I can allow myself to even contemplate what his expression might mean.

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

I run.

The scents I

that man Ronan was a complete oddity. We don’t traipse much near the public parks and the state

inside and in my room. I’ve been gone most

Leah have already packed and left for Romania,

my own fault I wasn’t here to say goodbye,

I honestly didn’t

jet, he easily could have asked to postpone for an hour or

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