Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 251

AARON

It’s been days down in this damp, dim cell with only Axel Sawyer as company across the corridor, apart from the silent, stone–faced Enforcers who bring our meals and won’t answer any of our questions.

Within ten minutes of me being brought back down here after finally seeing Leah, Samsen and Petyr brought a couple of other Councilmembers down to act as witnesses while they questioned me and tried to make me incriminate myself.

But it’s a bit hard to incriminate myself when I haven’t actually done anything wrong.

Still, I’ve got no doubt they’ll find some way to twist things I said to use as ‘evidence‘ of my apparent nefarious plotting to gain a seat on the Council and overthrow the current regime simply because I have the power of three Alphas.

They can’t conceive of me not doing that.

They can’t fathom the idea that I just want to run my packs and live my life quietly with my mate and our son.

Because I know every single power–hungry member of the Council would overthrow their fellow Councilmembers if they had even a fraction of the power I’ve got, so it’s impossible for them to imagine in their tiny selfish brains that someone might not want that.

Despite my initial reluctance, Axel and I have chatted quite a bit back and forth.

It’s the only way to keep my sanity when I’m down here and I don’t know what’s happening with Leah.

I don’t know how Axel has managed to stay sane after spending months here alone.

Of course, he’s not mated and he’s apparently already rogue, so maybe he’s got no sanity left to lose.

However, he’s proven to be pretty smart and level–headed for a rogue wolf.

He told me that the rumors about what he did in Texas weren’t

forced into that position, but won’t explain anything else, and when I ask outright if he’s really rogue or not, he refuses

the fifth day when the doors open and a whole

to my feet, both uneasy and hopeful that something is finally going to

is, I know that change

sentence for

ask as Samsen stops in front of my cell.

a new suit on

thank for picking

changed,” Samsen tells me. “Your trial starts in

I

don’t bother giving me any privacy, so I quickly

illusion of control by clicking cuffs around my wrists–obviously having forgotten what happened last time they put me in

march me from the

luck, partner,” Axel calls out as I step out

corridor.

him a confident

about right now is the

Council wants to get rid of me in a way that looks

other Alpha who ever considers taking on the

the ground floor, I

everywhere. It’s like some sort of meeting has been called or election event

that’s been set up to more resemble a courtroom, it becomes apparent that everyone is here to watch

specially designed seat inside this kind of

see me like

to escape.