Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 273

The pain is what wakes me up.

I find myself tied to a chair, held in place by the same kind of silver-wolfsbane infused chains that Tobin used that night at the factory when he tried to kill me for my Alpha powers.

I bring my head up, clenching my jaw against the constant searing and burning that’s keeping me from shifting back into my wolf.

I’m in some kind of rundown house, in what was once maybe a den or living room.

The ceiling is water stained, the carpet is mottled and moldy so it’s impossible to tell what the original color was, the drywall is cracked, and the dirty, tattered curtains shift from the breeze coming in from the broken window.

It smells like rats and decay.

What the hell am I doing here?

Why aren’t I in the cells in the basement of the Council Hall any longer?

www

opens and in walks

point I’m not all that

on the surface of her personality

says as she struts

are something. Wrap any other wolf in chains like that, and they would have been dead

I doing here, Karolina?” I

jaw.

simple, Aaron,” she replies with a shrug, as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. But when she looks at me, I see the true frustration and fury

in a deceptively mild voice. “Besides, I

about.”

to annoy

it all figured out with Tobin. We were going

when wolves from the Old Country turn up and start meddling, it just gets worse. The Old Ways don’t serve us any longer. The Old Ways mean we have to hide from humans. We’re hunted, even as we fight between ourselves to the point that our species is in dangerous decline. Are we just supposed to hang

if expecting an answer, but I

when the world begins reshaping for the better. People can’t always see it that way, you know. They’re scared, so they hang onto what is familiar, even when it’s so obviously pointless. But they’ll see. They’ll see what we wolves can do when we innovate. When we create tools humans asked for, but use them for our

pain, but when they do, it’s confirmation