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

that position, but won’t explain anything else, and when

fifth day when the doors open and a whole contingent of Enforcer wolves march in, led

hopeful

is, I know that change is probably going to

sentence for me.

as Samsen

of the Enforcer guards steps in and hands me a new suit on a hanger, one of my own that I recognize. I assume I

to thank for picking it

changed,” Samsen tells me. “Your trial starts

I

don’t bother giving me any privacy, so I

suit and then allow them the illusion of control by clicking cuffs around my wrists–obviously having forgotten what happened last time they put me in

me from the

calls out as I step out into

corridor.

a confident nod.

thing I’m confident about right

wants to get rid of me in a way that looks legitimate so it won’t cause unease or unrest

other Alpha who ever considers taking on the power

ground floor, I find the Council building

like some sort of

to the main hall that’s been set up to more resemble a courtroom, it becomes apparent that everyone is here to watch the trial unfold, because they all start filling all the rows of seats.

kind of open booth. It’s like an open frame of

and everyone can see me like I’m a sideshow attraction, but supposedly it should

to escape.