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.

it, but I’m doing it for me, not them and not

want to

Not after what just

feel raw

see the cold disgust

even worse.

only wonder how much worse his

something so stupid like

use a kiss to distract

up around wolves,

can get around his mate, especially when they’re not actually mated.

instincts would

getting so close to him-trying to trick him

the curious gazes of other pack members I pass here and

and cleverness, but I manage to slip away so

free, I let my mind go quiet and my instincts take over.

I run and

not

es justo, Que

or I’m starting

that

muscles

y quiero un juguete

me, and I’m coming up on the same hiking trail where

slow and then shift back,

I emerge through the woods onto a

with a sketchbook in his lap and various pencils and other art stuff spread out

deliberately crack a twig underfoot, and he turns his head at

and his eyes light up as soon as he

remember the last time someone actually

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

stand at the edge of the

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