Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 324

Chapter 324

“What brought you out here today?” Ronan asks after the

relaxing silence has stretched on for a while.

“More of the same,” I reply, bringing my knees up and wrapping my arms around them.

“Family troubles,” he surmises with a nod.

“Worse than that,” I mutter, feeling my cheeks heat as I remember what took place in the underground training facility early.

The thing I’ve been running from all day.

“There’s this guy, kind of a friend of my brother-” I start, but Ronan gives a quick laugh.

Not a mean one, more one of understanding and sympathy.

“Isn’t there always?”

Like last time we spoke-the first time I met him-I find myself opening up.

Not telling him any specifics, just some generalizations so he

still has an idea of what I’m dealing with.

I’m not sure if that thing about it being easier to talk to

strangers is true, or if it’s something about Ronan himself.

How he calmly listens and doesn’t judge me.

“I don’t think you deserve to be treated like that. It sounds like you need to find some way to be rid of this guy while your

brother is away,” Ronan says.

The idea is equally appealing and abhorrent to me.

Deep inside me, my instincts-my wolf-are already mourning the idea of Axel being gone from my life.

He’s my mate.

Even though he rejected me, even though he’s dangerous to me, I can’t escape that fact.

I can’t get rid of that small flame of hope fluttering inside me that maybe things could change, and I could have my happily-ever-after.

But it’s impossible.

And that part of me is pathetic.

Ronan is right.

I need to find some way to get rid of Axel.

Before he finds out what really happened to me during those years I was held captive.

Or worse, before my own stupidity or weakness puts us into another position like what happened in the training room.

The problem is, I don’t even have the first clue how to get rid

of Axel.

I need to brainstorm, and I probably need help.

It’s getting late, and I’ve been gone a long time.

I’ll be lucky if Axel hasn’t noticed and doesn’t come looking for

Again.

Reluctantly, I get to my feet.

“Thanks for listening, Ronan,” I say as he looks up at me. “I really needed that.”

“Any time,” he says with a smile. But then he seems to become