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

I’m not

about Karolina I didn’t like or trust, this low-level vibe of malice that wasn’t obvious on the surface of her personality where she seems like

says as she struts in.

Wrap any other wolf in chains like that, and they would have been dead hours

am I doing here, Karolina?” I ask through

jaw.

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 her

in a deceptively mild voice. “Besides,

about.”

to annoy her

it all figured out with Tobin. We

Old Ways mean we have to hide from humans.

if expecting an answer, but

encounter 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

all the pain, but when they do, it’s confirmation of something