Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 247

AARON

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.

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 is making my wolf harder to

than usual.

every chance it’ll make my wolf so crazed, I won’t be able

what the

a powerful Alpha who is in full control of himself and

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

you tell me where

and wrap my hands around the bars.

burning reaction. For

reminding Samsen that ultimately this cell won’t

was suddenly no longer in control of my wolf.

a dangerous game, Samsen,” I growl at him. “You really want to

cooperate and answer our questions, Alpha Rathborn, then

mate.”

that, samsen turns on his heel and marches away.

the

about,” Axel drawls from the other side of

hallway.

also steps forward and wraps his hands around

little, but he doesn’t

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

leave me the