Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 329

AXEL

Awareness creeps in slowly when she stirs, shifting against me.

I tighten my hold, dragging her a little closer, my wolf rumbling contentedly.

I’m still half asleep, but I don’t want to fully wake up yet.

I want to stay right here like this, and not let the rest of the world intrude.

I know there’s some reason why things shouldn’t be this simple, but my mind is shying away from it,

turning me back toward the pull of sleep and comfort.

Then she shifts again, this time rolling over and snuggling into my chest.

Sleepily, lazily, my mouth seeks out hers, and the kiss is languid and so good.

She makes a happy noise, a little sigh that turns into a breathless moan, and that’s all my wolf needs.

He wants his mate, and it sends a hard bolt of lust through me, chasing away the last fog of sleep.

By the time I realize what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with, I’m already on top of Emily, kissing her

deeply, my hips rocking into hers, my cock straining against my underwear, seeking the tight, wet heat

of her body.

Emily moans again and it only stirs my wolf into a mating frenzy.

I tell myself I have to stop.

This can’t happen—it’s already happening, but it can’t go any further.

Except it’s like my logical mind is detached from my body.

It’s my wolf, I think. He’s managed to wrest just enough control from me that it’s not forcing the shift, but

his will and need for his mate is overriding my common sense that knows nothing good can come of

me and Emily being together.

Not to mention the fact that Aaron said he would kill me.

I mean, I’m not worried about that. But I am worried about forsaking the vow I made to him.

Aaron is the first person I’ve truly liked and respected for hundreds of years.

I don’t want to have to kill him because my wolf made me lose control and I did the one thing he

warned me not to.

Well, actually, it’s too late.

Aaron would kill me if he knew what I was doing with his sister right now.

But he doesn’t have to ever find out.

As long as I can get my damned wolf under control, and he doesn’t do something moronic that’ll

condemn both of us.

Like impulsively mating the one person we absolutely cannot be mated with.

I’m fighting a losing battle against myself, because even I can’t deny how good it is, having my mate

underneath me, plunging my tongue into her mouth, palming the sweet peaks of her breasts through

her clothes while she writhes underneath me.

Then I start thinking, well, we’ve already gone this far.

I’ve tasted the nectar of her body. I know how good it is.

What does it matter if we go just a little further?

If I maybe just enjoy seeing her go over that edge one more time?

Just as I’m letting myself go a little, just when I think I’m about to throw caution to the wind and strip her

out of her clothes until she’s splayed naked across my bed, my phone starts ringing on the bedside

table.

It actually takes my lust-addled brain several long seconds to figure out what the noise is.

When I eventually realize, I break the kiss and look over.

Aaron’s name on the screen is like a bucket of ice water getting dumped over my head.

I roll off Emily and then scramble off the bed altogether.

I snatch up the phone, but it stops ringing just as I grab it, so I have to immediately dial Aaron back.

I stand with my back to Emily as he answers on the second ring.

When he asks what I was doing—probably because I’m not exactly breathing easily—I tell him I was

jogging and luckily, he believes it.

The conversation is short. He’s just calling up to see how things are going with the pack. Nothing much

has happened, so there’s not much to report.

I don’t tell him about Emily’s continued disobedience and causing trouble.

I certainly don’t tell him how I handcuffed her to my bed last night so I could get a few hours of

uninterrupted sleep.

He tells me it’s going to take longer in Romania than he and Leah thought, so they won’t be back until

next week.

He assures me that he will be back in time for the two week deadline the vampires set for us, and by

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I was never one for politics. I prefer to let my weapons do the talking. So I can’t imagine how Aaron is

solving the vampire problem from the other side of the world.

However, with both the wolves’ Old Country High Council there, and the vampires’ Order of Elder

Enclave which rules all vampire Enclaves, finding a diplomatic solution is probably not out of the

question.

It’ll just be up to me to take care of any dissidents who don’t agree with the new world order when the

dust settles.

After I’m finished talking to Aaron, I set my phone aside and take a breath, preparing myself before I

turn to look at Emily.

She’s all flushed, her hair is a tousled mess, and her eyes are flashing.

She looks pissed off again, and I can’t say if she’s angry about being interrupted, or what happened

between us, or the fact that she’s still handcuffed to the bed frame.

I reach into the top drawer of the nightstand and get the key out, then reach over to unlock the cuff.

She rubs her wrist and glares at me as she scrambles to her feet.

She looks like she’s about ready to launch right into a fight, but I don’t have the patience for it.

I’m angry and frustrated myself, at my own lack of control, at my wolf trying to force my hand, and I

won’t bother deny that the fact I didn’t get to fuck Emily is twisting me up inside with unresolved lust.

“Go downstairs and have breakfast,” I tell her in a harsh voice.

Her eyes narrow dangerously, but before she can say anything, I turn my back on her and stalk across

the room, going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind myself.

For a moment there’s silence on the other side of the door and I find myself holding my breath.

My wolf—and my unstated body—hopes she’ll barge in her and pick a fight or pick up where we left off.

If she steps foot into this bathroom, I won’t be held accountable for what happens next.

However, after a long moment, I hear the outer bedroom door open and then slam as she leaves like I

told her to.

I breathe a sigh of relief and then go turn on the shower faucets.

I should have known handcuffing Emily into my bed was a bad idea, but I hadn’t counted on the lengths

my wolf would go to in order to claim it’s mate.

I don’t like feeling this out of control.

And I don’t like feeling as if I can’t even trust my own wolf.

If things keep going like this, I might have to do something extreme to regain control of myself and the

situation.

One way or another, I will restrain my wolf.