Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 273

Chapter 273
The pain is what wakes me up.
I find myself tied to a chair, held in place by the same kind of silver-wolfsbane infused chains that Tobin used that night at the factory when he tried to kill me for my Alpha powers.
I bring my head up, clenching my jaw against the constant searing and burning that’s keeping me from shifting back into my wolf.
I’m in some kind of rundown house, in what was once maybe a den or living room.
The ceiling is water stained, the carpet is mottled and moldy so it’s impossible to tell what the original color was, the drywall is cracked, and the dirty, tattered curtains shift from the breeze coming in from the broken window.
It smells like rats and decay.
What the hell am I doing here?
Why aren’t I in the cells in the basement of the Council Hall any longer?

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The door opens and in walks Karolina.
At this point I’m not all that surprised.
There’s always been something about Karolina I didn’t like or trust, this low-level vibe of malice that wasn’t obvious on the surface of her personality where she seems like an upstanding Councilmember who only wants what’s best for the packs and the continued survival of wolves.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Karolina says as she struts in. “Those Alpha
powers you have really are something. Wrap any other wolf in chains like that, and they would have been dead hours ago.”
“What am I doing here, Karolina?” I ask through a clenched
jaw.
“It’s quite simple, Aaron,” she replies with a shrug, as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. But when she looks at me, I see the true frustration and fury in her gaze. “I’m sick of your getting in the way and messing up my plans.”
“I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry,” I tell her in a deceptively mild voice. “Besides, I don’t even know what plans you’re talking
about.”
This seems to annoy her further.
“I had it all figured out with Tobin. We were going to take
wolves forward into a bright future. The Council is too attached to the Old Ways. And when wolves from the Old Country turn up and start meddling, it just gets worse. The Old Ways don’t serve us any longer. The Old Ways mean we have to hide from humans. We’re hunted, even as we fight between ourselves to the point that our species is in dangerous decline. Are we just supposed to hang onto the Old Ways until they wipe us out?”
She looks at me, as if expecting an answer, but I sit stubbornly still and silent.
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