Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 331

I run off Rathborn lands, but this time it’s on purpose.

And once I’m far enough away from pack territory and into the public National Park, I quickly make my

way to the spot I’ve seen Ronan twice now.

I’m hoping to see him again, and part of me thinks I should have messaged him to check he was going

to be out here again today. I know I’m taking a risk, particularly if Axel’s tied up with our enemy

breaching our borders, but that’s to the North and I’m here, in broad daylight, far to the North.

I barely know him, but there’s something almost magnetic about him.

Plus, he’s listened and seems to care in a way other people in my life simply don’t.

I want to get to know him better, and my heart flutters as I idly wonder just how well I might get to know

him…if we might become something more than friends.

The idea thrills me, but my wolf is unhappy and sulky about it.

She wants us to go back to Rathborn lands, back to our mate, back to Axel.

Clearly, she has no self-respect, and doesn’t care about the fact that he rejected us and has treated me

terribly.

I push down my brooding wolf and continue on through the forest.

When I step out through the trees and into the clearing, I’m thrilled to once again see Ronan sitting on

a picnic blanket, this time writing in a journal of some kind.

“Do you live out here or something?” I ask as I cross over to him.

He looks up with a smile. “I could ask the same of you.”

I sit down on the blanket without waiting to be invited, but Ronan is smiling, so I know he doesn’t mind.

He reaches down to a container and lifts it.

“Chocolate muffin?” he offers. “Made fresh this morning.”

I take one, my mouth watering at the scent of freshly baked muffin, even though breakfast wasn’t that

long ago.

“Did you make these yourself?” I ask before biting into it and trying not to moan at the spongey

chocolatey goodness of it.

Ronan gives a quick shrug. “I like to bake.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I can’t help but smile. “Keep this up, and I’m going to start thinking that you’re kind of amazing.”

He smiles in return, but there’s an edge to the expression, like maybe he’s not telling me something, or

he’s worried about something.

I realize for all the times we’ve talked, I’ve gone on and on about my stuff, but he hasn’t really told me

anything about himself apart from the basics.

“Is everything okay?” I ask him, thinking maybe it’s time I returned the favor and listened to any

problems he might have, instead of talking about myself all the time.

“I’m just not who you think I am, Emily,” Ronan says, glancing away and looking troubled.

“Well,” I say, picking at the muffin, my appetite suddenly gone. “I don’t know much about you, other

than some basics. So maybe you can tell me who you are. I promise, it won’t change the fact that I

think you’re a good person.”

He looks troubled as he returns his gaze to me, and I wonder what he wants to tell me that could be so

terrible, it’ll change my opinion about him.

Considering my own life and all the things I’ve been through, I’m pretty sure whatever he tells me won’t

be as bad as he thinks it is.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t feel ready,” I quickly say to him. “In fact, whatever it is,

you don’t have to tell me at all. You don’t owe me anything. Truthfully, I probably owe you for all the

listening and understanding you’ve given me since we met.”

Ronan smiles at this, and it’s a more genuine expression.

“It’s no hardship, Emily. I think you’re an amazing person, and the people in your life don’t give enough

credit for who you really are at heart.”

I feel myself blushing from his praise and find myself wishing if only Axel had such a high opinion of me.

And then I wonder what it would have been like if Ronan had been my mate, not Axel.

Except I don’t even know if Ronan is a wolf…

I’ve been trying to brush aside the fact that I haven’t been able to scent-identify him.

It’s not natural, and I probably should be more suspicious of it than I have been.

But Ronan hasn’t proven to be a threat to me, so I’m left wondering if it even matters.

“I want to tell you the truth, Emily,” Ronan says when I don’t reply to his earlier compliment. “I think you

deserve to know, and I think—I hope—you’ll understand.”

“Understand?” I repeat, feeling worried for the first time.

“Yes,” Ronan says with a nod. “You’ll hear me out when I tell you who I am…what I am.”

The last three words make me go still, and I know in that moment, whatever Ronan is, he’s not human.

And maybe it’s no accident I can’t scent him.

“What are you?” I demand, my body tensing, ready to run.

Ronan takes a breath and then calmly looks me in the eyes.

“I’m a vampire.”