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,

wonder if these are the ones who voted on Aaron’s guilt, while the ones who thought he was innocent

to proceed with the ceremony?” Samsen asks

he wants this

destroying lives

evidence.

don’t have a choice, do we? So let’s get it

eyes narrow, obviously not like Aaron’s tone or his arrogance, however, he turns to pick up the

is also your duty

blood with this silver knife, read

this book, and then

over the claiming bite to sever the bond.”

stiffly, and my heart

want to protest.

want to

to 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

to be strong.

go home to him, even if it means

lock every muscle in my body and force myself to breathe slowly and not hyperventilate or pass out again like

the meaty part of his palm, then looks down at

longer shall our bond exclude us from all others. No longer do I recognize you

own.”

wrench inside me, like something starting to rend, and from

done in blood, so it will be