Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Another day has gone by, and I’m aware of the minutes
trickling away like sands draining rapidly through an
hourglass.
The final moments of my life are running away from me while I’m stuck in this cell, and I don’t even know when it’s all going to be
over, only that Karolina said they’d moved up the
execution date.
Axel and I have talked escape plans, but I know it’s more for distraction than any real ability to be able to do anything.
Axel says he’s tried to escape several times in several different ways, so those plans go out the window right away.
Maybe there’s a chance I could fight my way out.
I have the power of three Alphas, I could probably get pretty
damned far.
But there’s any number of Enforcer wolves and regular Council members between me and freedom, and despite my
abilities, I can still be killed.
At this point, trying to escape seems like it would only hasten my inevitable death, and the Council are known to be vindictive.
The last thing I’d want is my escape attempt
somehow coming back on Ethan or my pack, leaving them
vulnerable to be punished by the Council for something they didn’t even have a part in.
I’m already worried about how they’re going to fare under whatever new Alpha they get once I’m gone.
Late that day, the doors open and Samsen comes strutting in,
along with a dozen Enforcers.
Clearly they’re not taking any chances with me, and are ready to stop me with extreme force if I so much as look like I’m

going to try anything.
“Samsen,” I say snidely from where I’m sitting on my cot, not even bothering to rise.
He doesn’t deserve the respect of me meeting him on my feet. “To what do I owe the non–pleasure of this visit?”
“It’s time for your blood donation,” Samsen says, motioning to one of the Enforcers who is holding a tray of equipment
needed to draw blood.
“I’m sorry, my what now?” I asked, even though I heard him
correctly and already knew this was coming since Karolina told me. “I’m not donating anything.”
Samsen looks pissy about this, but motions the Enforcer
forward to open the cell door.
Now, I do get to my feet. But I cross my arms and widen my
stance, letting Alpha aggression roll off me and making it clear nobody better touch me until I’m good and ready.
“Tell me which three Council members are getting my Alpha powers, and I’ll think about cooperating.”
“I don’t have time for your games, Alpha Rathborn!” Samsen
snaps impatiently. “Cooperate, or we’ll be forced to give you a
wolfsbane sedative.”
“It’s a simple question,” I reply in a deceptively mild voice,
glaring at the Enforcer who is edging into my cell.
It’s clear he wants to run as far away from me as fast as
possible. Sweat dots his brow. But he also knows he can’t defy Samsen without serious consequences.
“Just tell me who, and it’ll make all this much easier,” I continue

after a moment.
Samsen huffs in anger.
“Myself, Karolina and Petyr,” he answers angrily. “Happy
now?”
“Not in the least,” I growl, letting my wolf rise up, and then
stepping forward to grab the Enforcer who was dumb enough
to step into my cell.
I grab him by the shoulder and ram him into the wall, knocking him out cold.
Samsen screams at the other Enforcers to do something, even as he backpedals to put as many of them between me and him
as possible.
I make my way through maybe three more Enforcers, and manage to get out of my cell, before there’s this hollow whump noise
and then something hits me in the chest.
I look up to see one of the Enforcers staring at me with wide eyes over a tranquilizer gun.
“Son of a bitch!” I growl furiously, lunging forward.
But halfway into the action, it’s like my muscles turn to jelly and I abruptly collapse in a heap on the floor.
My eyelids are trying to drag themselves closed, but with the last of my energy, I glare up at Samsen.
“You’re going to pay for this. Even if I have to come back from beyond the grave to exact my revenge.”