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

else, and when I ask outright if he’s really rogue or not, he refuses to

the doors open and a whole contingent of Enforcer wolves

get to my feet, both uneasy and hopeful that

problem is, I know that change is probably going to

sentence for

as Samsen

me a new suit on a hanger, one of my own that I recognize. I assume I have

for picking

me. “Your trial starts in an hour.”

I

course, they don’t bother giving me any privacy, so I

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

me from the

Axel calls out as I step out into the

corridor.

send him a confident

thing I’m confident about right now

me in a way that looks legitimate

Alpha who ever considers taking on the power of

ground floor,

and regular wolves everywhere. It’s like some sort of meeting has been

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

a specially designed seat inside this kind of open booth. It’s like an

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

to escape.