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.

enough that a 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

than usual.

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

exactly what the

condemn a rogue wolf than a powerful Alpha who is in full control of

not in a position to demand anything,” Samsen says cooly. “You will answer our questions regarding your role in the death

until you

step forward and wrap my hands around the bars.

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

Samsen that ultimately this cell won’t hold me

longer in control of my wolf.

him. “You really want to find out what

decide to cooperate and answer our

mate.”

that, samsen turns on his heel

are the wolf with the power of three Alphas I’ve

so much about,” Axel drawls from the other

hallway.

also steps forward and wraps his hands around the

His skin sizzles a little, but he doesn’t

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