Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

It’s been days down in this damp, dim cell with only Axel Sawyer as company across the corridor, apart from the silent, stone–faced Enforcers who bring our meals and won’t answer any of our questions.

Within ten minutes of me being brought back down here after finally seeing Leah, Samsen and Petyr brought a couple of other Councilmembers down to act as witnesses while they questioned me and tried to make me incriminate myself.

But it’s a bit hard to incriminate myself when I haven’t actually done anything wrong.

Still, I’ve got no doubt they’ll find some way to twist things I said to use as ‘evidence‘ of my apparent nefarious plotting to gain a seat on the Council and overthrow the current regime simply because I have the power of three Alphas.

They can’t conceive of me not doing that.

They can’t fathom the idea that I just want to run my packs and live my life quietly with my mate and our son.

Because I know every single power–hungry member of the Council would overthrow their fellow Councilmembers if they had even a fraction of the power I’ve got, so it’s impossible for them to imagine in their tiny selfish brains that someone might not want that.

Despite my initial reluctance, Axel and I have chatted quite a bit back and forth.

It’s the only way to keep my sanity when I’m down here and I don’t know what’s happening with Leah.

I don’t know how Axel has managed to stay sane after spending months here alone.

Of course, he’s not mated and he’s apparently already rogue, so maybe he’s got no sanity left to lose.

However, he’s proven to be pretty smart and level–headed for a rogue wolf.

He told me that the rumors about what he did in Texas weren’t

position, but won’t explain anything else, and when I ask

calculated is the fifth day when the doors open and a whole contingent of Enforcer wolves march in, led by

get to my feet, both uneasy and hopeful that something is

problem is, I know that change

sentence for

I ask as Samsen stops in front of my

me a new suit on a hanger, one of my own that I recognize. I assume I have

thank for picking it

“Your trial starts in

I

don’t bother giving me any privacy, so I

into the freshly pressed suit and then allow them the illusion of control by clicking cuffs around my wrists–obviously having forgotten what happened last time they put

me from

as I step out

corridor.

him a confident nod.

I’m confident about right now

in a way that looks legitimate so it won’t cause unease or unrest with the

serve as a warning to any other Alpha who ever considers taking on

ground floor, I find

wolves everywhere. It’s like some sort of meeting has been called or election event is

more resemble a courtroom, it becomes apparent that everyone is here to watch the trial unfold, because they all

inside this kind of open booth. It’s like an open frame of