Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 312

Chapter 312

EMILY

As soon as Axel confirms he is in fact Axiel Mercier, the legendary vampire slayer, I turn and run, no idea where I’m going, just knowing I need to get out of the house.

I had told the doctor I wanted to tell Aaron something–which was partially true–I’d decided in the bathroom I needed to tell Aaron I didn’t care about Axel rejecting me, that I didn’t want to be his mate after all.

How true those thoughts had turned out to be.

I’d gotten as far as the hallway when I’d heard Aaron shouting at Axel about him rejecting me, and then paused outside the door as Axel had told Aaron there were things about him that Aaron didn’t know.

Dangerous things.

It wasn’t my fault their voices had carried so clearly.

And okay, maybe I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.

But after Axel’s reply, my curiosity had gotten the better of me, so I’d loitered, holding my breath, wondering what could be so terrible and dangerous that Axel had apparently rejected me for my own good.

A

Would turn out to be none

other than a notorious, immortal slayer.

Axiel Mercier is like the human bogeyman for young wolves. We got old scary bedtime stories about him.

Be a good wolf or Axiel Mercier will come for you.

A lot of wolves don’t even believe he actually exists.

hundred years or so.

is standing in a bedroom across the

possible

as my guard to protect me and look after me is the very same person who would kill

danger than I ever imagined.

run, and don’t stop running until I’ve left Rathborn pack lands behind me.

a local National Forest where humans come to go

don’t want to go back–especially with

what to do.

have nowhere else

possessions, no money of

hasn’t arrived in the mail yet, and I’m not even sure I have full

mind, there’s every chance he’s restricted my access to make it harder for me to

the forest, coming out on a

a bench nearby overlooking a small river, so I go and sit there, resisting the urge to

kiss Axel

surrender my

knowing

longs

the Moon Goddess tie me

deserve such a

saying, but

can someone so lovely look so

the voice just off to my left and look around to see a tall man

like the gloss of a raven’s wing and his eyes are the most startling blue

screwed up–they’ve been off ever since the old Roberts Alpha began his horrible

up his hands to indicate he means no harm, and I realize I’m

blame me

was meant to be my mate rejected me, and turned out to not be a

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