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,

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

proceed with the ceremony?” Samsen

this over and done

he’s destroying lives based on

evidence.

“But we don’t have a choice, do we? So let’s get it over with.”

tone or his arrogance, however, he

claimant, it is also your duty

will draw blood with this silver

this book, and then mark

the claiming bite to

heart starts hammering in my

want to protest.

want to

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

me to be

this so I can go home to him,

force myself to breathe slowly and

knife and scores it across the meaty part of his palm, then looks down at the

Roberts bloodline. No longer shall our bond exclude us from all others.

own.”

like something starting to rend, and from the subtle flinch Aaron

done in blood, so it will be