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

when I ask outright if he’s really rogue or not, he refuses

when the doors

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

I know that change is probably going to be

for

I ask as Samsen stops in front of my cell.

the Enforcer guards steps in and hands me a new suit on a hanger, one of my own

thank for picking it

changed,” Samsen tells me. “Your trial starts in an hour.”

I

they don’t bother giving me

clicking cuffs around my wrists–obviously having forgotten

march me from

as I step out

corridor.

him a confident

I’m confident about right now is the

the Council wants to get rid of me in a way that looks legitimate so it won’t cause unease or unrest with

will serve as a warning to any other Alpha who ever considers taking on the power of more

I’m taken up to the ground floor, I find the Council

and Lunas and Betas and regular wolves everywhere. It’s like some sort of meeting has been called

that’s been set up to more resemble a courtroom, it becomes apparent that everyone is here to watch the trial unfold,

seat inside this kind of open booth. It’s like