Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 248

LEAH

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.

else I can tell

while ago, but I didn’t eat

I’ve been taken away from my infant son and

I quickly get to my feet, bracing myself

escorted by two Enforcer wolves.

between us, and Aaron meets me

tight, and I don’t think

see

low voice, running a

look up at him. “What about you?

expression tightens. “They’ve been holding me down. in

heart drops at the confirmation of what I didn’t

are sorted, right?” I ask hopefully.

“They only let me see you because I refused to answer their questions until I saw for myself

to the table and we sit

taking both my hands in his. “So I need you to listen to me,

he’s going to tell me.

Council will want to make this as

than the Council want anyone

I say, sitting forward.

of the Council against me, I have to be realistic. They’re probably going to sentence me to death, and then you’re going

do you mean?” I ask, tightening my hold on him, as if that alone will keep him with me, stop him from walking away and being executed by