Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 328

“Axel, no!” I cry out as he starts dragging me from the kitchen. “Please, I wasn’t going to run, I promise.”

Axel scoffs and tightens his hold on me.

“Like I haven’t heard that before. How many times have you told me you wouldn’t shift and run, only to do exactly that a few hours later?”

“Please, let me go,” I beg, and I can’t even find any shame that I’m pleading desperately with him.

Not with the nightmare lingering in my mind, making it hard for my thoughts and emotions to differentiate reality from dream.

I don’t care if I’m reduced to begging.

I don’t care if he thinks I’m pathetic.

The only thing I care about right now is getting away from him and not getting locked in my room when I’m feeling so raw and vulnerable.

But Axel barely pays any attention to me.

Instead, he drags me upstairs.

However, when we get there, I’m momentarily confused, because he doesn’t take me into my room. He takes me across the hall into the bedroom Aaron gave him to use when he became my glorified babysitter.

Axel slams the door and then goes over to the dresser, tugging me along.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” I demand, my voice tight with anger.

He doesn’t answer as he digs through a drawer of weapons and other things I can’t even identify.

Eventually he pulls something out and turns to me.

“No!” I scream furiously, doubling my efforts to escape him as I see the pair of silver handcuffs he’s holding.

My wolf starts pushing up, trying to force the shift to protect me.

The first few years I was captive of the old Roberts Alpha, he kept me in silver handcuffs, keeping my wrists continuously raw, blistered and painful.

“Don’t you dare shift, Emily,” Axel tells me in a hard voice. “Control your wolf. Or I get the silver chains.”

I desperately suck in some shallow breaths, resisting the shift with every scrap of control I have, and only because being completely chained down in silver would be worse than any nightmare.

“Good,” he says after a long minute. “These aren’t silver, they won’t burn you. But they are steel reinforced tungsten cuffs, which makes them harder to break. They’re designed to hold vampires.”

My heart plummets into my feet and for a wild second, I think he somehow knows after all.

“So don’t even bother thinking your wolf strength alone can snap free of them,” he continues while I push the panic aside and try not to pass out from hyperventilating while rage seethes through me like a living creature of its own.

Before I can protest, he slaps the cuff onto one wrist and then tugs me into motion again.

I don’t manage to figure out his intentions before we reach the bed.