Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

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.

in the last hundred years or so. People began to

standing in a bedroom across the hall

the worst possible

has assigned as my guard to protect me and look after me is the very same person who would kill me the second he found out the

than I ever

running until I’ve

Forest where humans come to go hiking

go back–especially with

what to

else

no money

family’s vast finances, but the card hasn’t arrived in the mail yet, and I’m not even

every chance he’s restricted my access to make it harder for me to run.

shift and emerge from the forest, coming out

overlooking a small river, so I go and sit there, resisting the urge to cry as my thoughts spin

to kiss Axel earlier.

to surrender my body to him.

knowing now who

wolf–still longs for

tie me to such a

do to deserve

mind me saying, but

someone so lovely look so

to my left and look around to see a tall man standing there.

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

all screwed up–they’ve been off ever since the old Roberts Alpha began his horrible experiments on me—so I can’t tell if the man is another wolf, human,

man holds up his hands to indicate he means no harm, and

anyone blame me for not trusting

was abducted, held and tortured for ten years, then the man who was meant to be my mate rejected me, and turned out