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.

that a wolf–a wild creature made to 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

than usual.

wolf so crazed, I won’t be

what the Council

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

will answer our questions regarding your role in the death of Alpha Tobin Havelock and they will inform the basis of your upcoming

not answering anything until you

step forward and wrap my hands around the

burning reaction. For me, it’s barely

that ultimately this cell won’t hold me

was suddenly no longer in

I growl at him. “You really want to find out what happens

step back. “When you decide to cooperate and

mate.”

his heel and

ya’ll are the wolf with the power of three Alphas

drawls from

hallway.

also steps forward and wraps his hands around the

sizzles a little, but he doesn’t so much

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

now leave me the hell alone.”