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,

on Aaron’s guilt, while the ones who thought he was innocent have made themselves scarce, maybe not wanting to witness

with the ceremony?” Samsen

clear he wants this over and

destroying lives based on

evidence.

don’t have a choice,

his arrogance, however, he turns to pick up the

the claimant, it is

bond. You will draw blood with this silver knife,

this book, and then mark Luna Leah with

bite to

my heart starts

want to

want to run

get down on my knees and beg for them to have mercy, to hold the trial again, fairly this time, but I know all those words will fall on deaf ears.

needs me to be

home to him, even if it means living without

slowly and not hyperventilate or pass out

of his palm, then looks

the Rathborn bloodline, deny you, Leah Roberts Rathborn, of the Roberts bloodline. No longer shall our bond exclude us from all others. No longer do I recognize you as my mate. No longer do I claim

own.”

from the subtle flinch Aaron gives, I

in blood, so it will be undone