Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

I still don’t feel steady as the Enforcers march us out of the room and back to the main hall, that is now empty of an audience.

At least we won’t have to do this part in front of all the regional Alphas and their Lunas.

Probably the only reason is because the Council keeps the method to breaking a mating bond tightly under wraps, only allowing it under strict circumstances that don’t crop up very often.

I feel like I’m walking in a nightmare.

All I can think over and over is that this can’t be happening.

Things can’t have spiraled this far out of control.

There has to be some way to stop this before our mating bond

is broken and Aaron is executed under the next full moon.

But no last–minute stay of execution–literal or figurative- comes about.

Aaron and I are left standing on the stage hand–in–hand, while Samsen sets an old, leatherbound book on the table

next to a silver ceremonial knife.

There’s only a few Councilmembers present–including Petyr,

guilt, while the ones who thought he was innocent have made themselves scarce, maybe not wanting

ready to proceed with the

this over and done with.

that he’s destroying

evidence.

have a choice,

eyes narrow, obviously not like Aaron’s tone or his arrogance, however,

claimant, it is also your duty

will draw blood with this

and then mark Luna

over the claiming bite to sever

my heart starts hammering in my

to protest.

to run away.

have mercy, to hold the trial again, fairly this time, but I know all those words will fall on deaf ears.

to be

me to be strong and survive this so I can go home to him, even if it

in my body and force myself to breathe slowly and

of his palm, then looks down at the

Rathborn, of the Rathborn bloodline, deny you, Leah Roberts Rathborn, of the Roberts bloodline. No longer shall our bond exclude us from all

own.”

from the subtle flinch Aaron gives, I think he

it will be undone in blood,” Aaron