Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

It’s been hours since the Enforcers marched me down to the basement of the Council building where they have silver–barred cells they use for rogue wolves, and anyone else either being punished or awaiting punishment at the leisure of the Council.

In the cell across from me is a rogue wolf named Axel Sawyer.

He’s an Alpha who blew in from Texas after reportedly slaughtering a whole bunch of wolves down South, including his own pack if rumors are to be believed. I’d heard the Council were hunting him, but I’d also heard he’d moved on to North Dakota.

That was months ago.

Have the Council been holding him this whole time?

I wonder why, but I’m not going to make conversation with a psychopath who slaughters his own pack, and I obviously have plenty of my own problems to occupy my mind.

Eventually, Samsen comes down and stands outside the bars

to regard me like I’m some new exotic zoo animal.

“Where’s my mate?” I bite out impatiently.

Because they certainly didn’t bring her down to the cells, and I’m worried about what’s happening to her.

Not knowing is making my wolf crazy.

wolf–a wild creature made to run free and wild–is held behind silver bars underground like this, purposefully depriving them of any natural light or air–but the added element of my mate possibly being

than usual.

chance it’ll make my wolf so crazed, I won’t be able to restrain it anymore–even with all my

maybe that’s exactly what

Alpha who is in full

Samsen says cooly. “You will answer our questions regarding your role in the death of Alpha

you tell me where my mate

wrap my hands around the

instant burning reaction. For

Samsen that ultimately this cell won’t hold me

suddenly no longer in control of my wolf.

Samsen,” I growl at him. “You really want to find out

decide to cooperate and answer our questions, Alpha Rathborn, then maybe

mate.”

turns on his heel and marches away.

with the

much about,” Axel drawls from the other side

hallway.

forward and wraps his hands

little, but he doesn’t so much

I reply in a clipped tone. “Glad we got the formalities