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.

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.

every chance it’ll make my wolf so crazed, I won’t be able to restrain it anymore–even with all my considerable self–control–and I’ll end

maybe that’s exactly what the

a powerful Alpha who is in full control

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

answering anything until you

I step forward and wrap my hands

create an instant burning reaction. For me,

this cell won’t hold

I was suddenly no longer in control of my wolf.

“You really want to find out what happens when you lose?”

but takes a large step back. “When you decide to cooperate and answer our questions, Alpha

mate.”

that, samsen turns on his heel and

are the wolf with the power

so much about,” Axel drawls from the other side of the

hallway.

and wraps his

skin sizzles a little, but

the Texan wolf who slaughtered his own pack,” I reply in a clipped tone.