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.

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

than usual.

so crazed, I won’t be able to restrain it anymore–even with all my considerable self–control–and

exactly what the Council

condemn a rogue wolf than a powerful Alpha who is

anything,” Samsen says cooly. “You will answer our questions regarding your role in the death of Alpha Tobin Havelock and they will inform the basis of your upcoming

anything until you tell me where my mate

forward and wrap my

an instant burning reaction.

ultimately this cell won’t

was suddenly no longer in control

him. “You

and answer our questions, Alpha

mate.”

on his heel and

ya’ll are the wolf with the power of

Axel drawls from the other side

hallway.

forward and wraps his hands around the

a little, but

his own pack,” I reply in a clipped tone.