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

he was forced into that position, but won’t explain anything else, and when I

fifth day when the doors open and a whole contingent

uneasy and hopeful that

know that change is probably going to be

sentence for

ask as Samsen

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

to thank for picking

me. “Your trial starts

I

course, they don’t bother giving me any privacy, so I

suit and then allow them the illusion of control by clicking cuffs around my wrists–obviously

me from the cell.

as I step out into the

corridor.

a confident

confident about right now is

a way that looks legitimate so it won’t cause unease or

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

ground floor, I find

Alphas and Lunas and Betas and regular wolves everywhere. It’s like some sort

main hall that’s been set up to more resemble a courtroom, it becomes apparent that everyone is here to watch the trial unfold, because they all start filling all the

sit me down in a specially designed seat inside this kind of open booth. It’s like an open frame of silver around