Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 342

AXEL

I’m fighting my wolf with everything I’ve got, but I’m about ready to give in, even though I know my wolf plans to claim his mate, whether it will put her in danger or not.

After letting Emily have her way with me–something that I knew was a bad idea from the start–the last of my resistance is quickly going up in smoke.

I’ve just put Emily beneath me–right where my wolf wants her-

when my phone starts ringing in my pocket.

My wolf orders me to ignore it, to kiss Emily instead, and so I do, even though I don’t like how much my wolf is in control right now.

However, when my phone immediately starts ringing again a second after it stops, I know something must have happened.

And as acting Alpha, I can’t shirk my responsibilities no matter

how much I might wish the rest of the world and its complications. would disappear right now.

I roll off Emily and pull my cell phone out, barking an irritated

answer into it.

However, the report I get from William makes my blood run cold, and Emily is immediately forgotten as I hurry to refasten my pants.

“I’ll be right there,” I tell William, before slipping the phone away again. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Is something wrong?” Emily asks from behind me.

I turn to face her, finding her all tousled and flushed.

I’d give just about anything to climb back into that bed and pick up where we left off–something I should not have even been doing in the first place–but instead I take a few steps backward.

“Something I need to deal with immediately,” I tell her in a gruff voice. “You should stay here and rest.”

I don’t want to tell Emily what happened.

She’s going to find out. The whole pack will know soon enough.

News travels like wildfire through a close–knit pack like this.

But Emily’s been through enough tonight, and I’m worried this

incident might bring up more painful memories for her, especially

with everything so raw and close to the surface because of what I

did.

Another blazing surge of guilt burns through me and I turn away

from her.

Even without the additional trauma of the old Roberts Alpha locking her in the storm cellar, I should have known better than to punish her the way I did.

But mindless jealousy and my temper got the better of me when

I realized she’d been out meeting with some other male. One she may have met with several times now.

The thought of it starts reviving that wild fury, so I put it from my mind as I turn on my heel.

“I’ll check in on you when I get back,” I say as I walk out the door.

“Axel, wait, where are you going?” she calls after me, but I don’t

return to answer.

I don’t have time to waste, and as soon as I’m out of her bedroom,

I run down the stairs and out to the front of the mansion where

William is waiting in one of the Rathborn SUV, with several others

ready to roll, all of them full of Aaron’s best fighters.

I jump in and the SUV takes off in a squeal of tires.

The air in the car is tense and no one tries to make any conversation as we speed through the night.

We all know where we’re going and what we’re facing when we

get there.

If the threat hasn’t passed, there’s every chance some of these guys won’t be with us when these SUVS return to Rathborn pack lands come morning.

But that’s the nature of wolves, and the nature of living this kind of

existence.

We arrive at Roberts pack lands and swing into the driveway, tires

skidding across the blacktop at the sudden turn.

There’s an orange glow on the night horizon.

Something is on fire.

Something big.

As we get closer, it soon becomes apparent.

The Roberts mansion is fully aflame, sending sparks spitting into

the darkened sky.

William doesn’t slow the SUV in the least, driving straight into the

chaos, even connecting with a couple of bodies, sending them

flying.

The SUVS all screech to a halt in a half–circle formation,

choreographed as if they’ve practiced it a million times before.

They probably have, knowing Aaron.

Guys are shifting even as they jump out of the SUV, launching themselves straight into the fight.

But me?

I draw out a huge–ass machete–my favorite for beheading–and

a perfectly sharpened wooden stake.

The best weapons for killing this kind of enemy.

Vampires.

Gifts

Bad Love: An Alpha’s Regret