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.

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 and not being able to help her

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 up going

exactly what the Council wants.

to condemn a rogue wolf than a powerful Alpha who is in full control of himself and his

“You will answer our questions regarding your role in the

answering anything until you tell me where my

forward and wrap my hands around the bars.

would create an instant burning reaction.

reminding Samsen that ultimately this cell won’t hold

was suddenly no longer in control

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

and answer our questions, Alpha Rathborn, then maybe you’ll learn

mate.”

that, samsen turns on his heel

ya’ll are the wolf with the power of three

drawls from the other

hallway.

forward and wraps his hands

but he doesn’t so

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