Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 323

Chapter 323

EMILY

For a second, I lay there, dazed and confused.

I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened between me and Axel.

But I’d barely come down from the impossible high when he got up and walked out, leaving me here feeling used and unwanted.

The cold air registers on my cooling skin and I shiver, quickly dragging my clothes over to dress myself before someone can walk in here and see me like this.

I thought what was happening between me and Axel was something special, something amazing.

That just maybe, somehow, we could get past all the things between us and become mated after

all.

Except I can see now how lust clouded my mind and impaired my judgement.

I feel shame and embarrassment storm through me.

I can’t believe how I let myself lose control like that. With a man who barely tolerates me and would kill me the second he discovered the truth of what I’d become after the horrible experiments the old Roberts Alpha and his son Liam conducted on me.

Axel had said I was required to begin my training again.

I don’t completely disagree with him on that idea. I’d like to sharpen my skills once again, and the idea of training everyday-having some structure and routine, as well as something to look forward to-it’s actually very appealing to me.

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I only wish I’d thought of it myself.

Now, Axel and Aaron will probably take the credit for any improvements training might bring me.

going to do it, but I’m doing it

want to start

after what

raw and disgraced.

soon as Axel got to his feet, I could see the cold disgust swiftly returning to his features, but now it’s

even worse.

between us, and I can only wonder how

have done something so

use a kiss to distract him.

around wolves, mated and otherwise.

control a male wolf can get around his mate, especially when

instincts would still be pushing me toward him.

to trick him so I could win the challenge-would be dangerous.

curious gazes of other pack

but I manage to slip away so I

go quiet and my instincts

I run and

not

justo, Que hice mal?

or I’m starting to tire.

that

muscles

y quiero un

left Rathborn lands behind me, and I’m coming

slow and then shift back,

a presence a second before I emerge through the woods onto a small clearing

on a picnic blanket with a sketchbook in his lap and various pencils and other art

twig underfoot, and he

smiles, and his eyes light up as soon as

in my chest as I try to remember the last time someone actually

there,” he says, before returning his attention to the page in front of him. “I

over and stand at the edge of the picnic blanket.

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