Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 347

AXEL

I almost claimed her.

That thought keeps rocketing around my head, and I’m

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It’s only occasionally interrupted by the knowledge that she was a virgin until I roughly took her virginity like some careless, crass

moron.

I took her virginity in a bathroom of her enemy’s keep.

Maybe I would’ve been able to figure it out myself if I’d actually

used my brain and thought about things properly.

Of course she was a virgin.

She was barely more than a child when the old Roberts Alpha took

her, and he held her in isolation for ten years.

At least I can be thankful that twisted bastard and his equally twisted son–according to the stories I heard about how Liam

tried to kill his own sister–never forced themselves on her.

Just the idea of it sends a spurt of wild fury through me, and I

need to take some deep breaths, reminding my damned idiotic

wolf that both those assholes are dead, so there’s no one I can go

maim or murder in answer for Emily’s treatment.

I blindly rush through the chaotic medical annex, no destination in mind, just knowing I need to put as much distance between me and Emily as I can before my wolf gets the better of me, and I end up going back to claim the mate I can barely resist.

I knew being with her like that would be dangerous, but she offered herself so sweetly to me, and where she’s concerned, I

have no resistance. I can’t deny her.

Coming fresh out of battle…the adrenaline, her kindness, her soft,

warm body so close to me.

It was a recipe for disaster.

I would have gone begging on my knees to give her what she

wanted.

At least I was able to wrest back control at the very last second and not sink my teeth into her neck, claiming her with the bite as my instincts–my wolf–was clamoring for me to do.

Besides the fact it would have put her into immeasurable amounts of danger–made her a target for anyone who wanted to hurt me -Aaron stated plainly what would happen should I change my

mind.

I’d hate to have to kill him over his sister. I’d be depriving our species of a good leader, and I’d be losing the first real friend I’d

had in centuries.

The Roberts mansion is still burning, but at least the fire crews

seem to have it under control now.

hurry out past the main buildings, getting away from everything

so I can clear my head.

I’m not going to take long.

I’m acting Alpha and the packs need me right now.

I don’t plan on letting Aaron down.

I slow once I’m alone and away from the commotion following the battle with the vampires who raided Roberts pack.

However, I’ve barely had a chance to start catching my breath when my cell phone starts ringing.

I sigh, thinking about ignoring it, but knowing I can’t.

However, when I pull out my phone, it’s a number I’m not expecting to see.

Battle hardened dread streams through me for a moment, before I

settle the old familiar mantle of Slayer over myself.

“Hello,” I answer in a clipped voice.

“Hello, Axiel,” a familiar, heavily accented voice replies. “How are things going in America?”

“You know how they’re going, Henri,” I reply in a bored tone. “I

sent you a report last week.”

“Mm–hm,” Henri replies cryptically.

The League doesn’t usually contact me unless serious shit is

about to go down.

Reportedly, The League was once a coalition of supernatural creatures, with a single representative from each faction. Wolves, vampires, witches, demons, angels, fae and reportedly even a dragon

shifter, if their archives are to be believed.

However, most supernatural creatures have gone extinct, or, in the case of the fae, closed the portals between this mortal realm

and the Otherworld to live in peace.

These days, I was one of the last with direct contact to The

League.

Supposedly, the most powerful Old Country Wolf and the oldest vampire in the Enclave of Elders were also in contact with the League, but I wasn’t sure how true that was, and I didn’t bother

asking.

As far as I knew, The League was now made up of Henri, who was

the oldest and only living witch left in existence, Delphine who was supposedly a wolf, but somehow immortal, and Lucien, a vampire who might have been one of the First, but no one knew

for sure.

The League were the ones who had put in place the peace treaty between vampires and wolves, and also the ones who had tasked

me with upholding it.

“What do you want, Henri?” I ask, trying not to sound impatient.

“We’ve received credible information you need to be aware of,” Henri replies, and I don’t like the grim note in his tone.

“What information?”

“The Vlădescu Clan have risen again,” Henri says, and my blood

turns to ice in my veins.

“No,” I say in adamant denial. “I wiped them out. Every last one of

them.”

“Not quite,” Henri replies in dark amusement. “They went underground and have returned more powerful than ever. And Axiel, you should know…”

“What?” I demand, wondering what could be worse than finding out my mortal enemies–the same ones who held me captive for a century–have returned from the dead.

“They’re coming for you.”