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

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

just finished breakfast on what I’ve calculated is the fifth day when the doors open and a whole contingent of

feet, both uneasy and hopeful that something is

know that change is

sentence for me.

as Samsen

on a hanger, one of my

to thank for picking it

me. “Your

I

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

suit and then allow them the illusion of control by clicking cuffs around my wrists–obviously having forgotten what

march me from the

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

corridor.

him a confident

I’m confident about

way that looks legitimate

serve as a warning to any other Alpha who ever considers taking on the power of more than one Alpha.

the ground floor,

It’s like some sort of

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

kind of open booth.

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

to escape.