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

brought me food a while ago, but I

I’ve been taken away from my infant son and I don’t know what’s happening to my mate, but I imagine it’s

my feet, bracing myself

Aaron steps inside, escorted by two

the distance between us, and Aaron meets me halfway, catching me up against him.

each other tight, and I don’t think

see

a low voice, running

fine,” I tell him, shifting back so I can look up at him. “What

been holding me down.

drops at the confirmation of what I

ask hopefully. “We can

only let me see you because I refused to

the table

long,” he continues, taking both my hands in his. “So I

he’s going to tell me.

Council will want to make this as public as

power than the Council want anyone to have. I

sitting forward. “You

face in one of his large palms. “But with most of the Council against me, I have to be realistic. They’re probably going to sentence me to death, and then

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 the