Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

It’s been hours and I don’t know how many times I’ve explained everything that happened to the various Councilmembers who’ve been in and out of the room they brought me to.

It’s some kind of office, but sparsely furnished, like maybe it’s expressly used for interviews or interrogations and not much

else.

No one will tell me what happened to Aaron. I haven’t seen him since we left Rathborn mansion. I wonder if he’s simply in another room like this somewhere nearby.

Of course, everyone know the Council had cells in the

basement of this building for rogue wolves and others who break the Council’s rules, but I’m hoping they didn’t take Aaron down there.

He doesn’t deserve to be locked up for trying to protect his family.

I’m not sure how much time has passed since the last round of questioning, and I wonder if anything I’ve told them has made

any difference.

With each new set of questions–the same questions just asked in slightly different ways–it felt like they didn’t believe a word I was saying. Like they were trying to poke holes in my story or find where I contradicted myself.

But they wouldn’t catch me tripping up no matter how many times they made me retell it all.

It’s the truth.

I can tell

while ago, but

be hungry when I’ve been taken away from my infant son and I don’t know what’s happening to my mate,

get to my feet, bracing myself for whatever they have in

escorted by two Enforcer wolves.

rush across the distance between us, and Aaron

and I

see him.

he asks in a low voice, running a hand through my hair.

look up at him. “What about you? Where have you been?”

been holding me down. in the

heart drops at the confirmation of

right?” I ask hopefully. “We can go

to answer their questions until I

to the table and we

in his. “So I need

nod, apprehensive over what he’s

want to make this as public

going to use me as an example of what happens when anyone amasses more power than the

say, sitting forward. “You have