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.

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 in danger

than usual.

make my wolf so crazed, I won’t be able to

that’s exactly what the

condemn a rogue wolf than a powerful Alpha who is

answer our questions regarding your role in the death of Alpha Tobin Havelock and they

anything until you tell me where my

I step forward and wrap my hands around the

would create an instant burning reaction. For me, it’s barely

this

no longer

at him. “You really want to find out what happens

large step back. “When you decide to cooperate and answer our questions, Alpha Rathborn, then maybe you’ll learn what has become of

mate.”

that, samsen turns on his heel

wolf with the power of

Axel drawls from the other side of

hallway.

wraps his hands

little, but he doesn’t so much

you’re the Texan wolf who slaughtered his own pack,” I reply in a clipped tone. “Glad we got the