Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 338

I lurch forward and press my fingers into Emily’s neck, thinking the worst.

When I feel her pulse, I almost get dizzy with relief.

However, it’s weak and her skin feels clammy.

I reach up and push her hair off her pale face so I can see her more clearly.

Her eyes are open, but staring dully, sightlessly at nothing.

“Emily!” I say, more loudly this time, trying to jolt her out of whatever this is.

When that doesn’t work, I try saying her name again, even louder, and give her shoulders a gentle shake.

She doesn’t respond, remaining limp and listless beneath my hands.

Has she gone into some kind of catatonic state?

But why?

She was furious when I left her, not scared.

What the hell could have caused this in the short few hours I left her here?

My stomach is churning with anxiety as I lift her out of the tight space.

She still doesn’t stir, and I cradle her gently in my arms as I hurry upstairs to her room.

Luckily, I don’t see anyone else on the way.

I don’t want anyone to see Emily like this.

Not only because I think she would hate it if she knew, but also because she would worry people would see her as more broken and fragile than she already is.

I could never think that of Emily.

I know what it’s like to go through something like what happened to her when she was abducted by the old Roberts Alpha.

She didn’t let it ruin her, if anything, it made her more of a fighter than she probably already was.

Not everyone survives something like that, but Emily did, and I respect her for that, if nothing else.

Upstairs, I take her into her room and slam the door shut behind us.

I have no idea what to do with her, how to bring her out of whatever this is.

I half think about putting her in the shower and hitting her with a spray of cold water, but that seems unbearably cruel when she’s already in such a state.

Instead, I set her down on the bed, then kick off my boots, before searching out the softest blanket I can find.

I join her on the bed and wrap her up in the blanket, tucking her against my chest and holding her tight.

“You’re okay,” I tell her in a low, quiet voice. “You’re okay, now. I’ve got you.”

She doesn’t respond, and I hold her just a little tighter, wondering what the hell I’m going to do if she doesn’t snap out of this soon.