Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 255

Chapter 255 

LEAH 

I still don’t feel steady as the Enforcers march us out of the room and back to the main hall, that is now empty of an audience. 

At least we won’t have to do this part in front of all the regional Alphas and their Lunas. 

Probably the only reason is because the Council keeps the method to breaking a mating bond tightly under wraps, only allowing it under strict circumstances that don’t crop up very often. 

I feel like I’m walking in a nightmare. 

All I can think over and over is that this can’t be happening. 

Things can’t have spiraled this far out of control. 

There has to be some way to stop this before our mating bond 

is broken and Aaron is executed under the next full moon. 

But no last–minute stay of execution–literal or figurative- comes about. 

Aaron and I are left standing on the stage hand–in–hand, while Samsen sets an old, leatherbound book on the table 

next to a silver ceremonial knife. 

There’s only a few Councilmembers present–including Petyr, 

but not Karolina–and I wonder if these are the ones who voted on Aaron’s guilt, while the ones who thought he was innocent have made themselves scarce, maybe not wanting to witness this travesty. 

“Are you ready to proceed with the ceremony?” Samsen asks indifferently. 

It’s clear he wants this over and done with. 

He doesn’t care that he’s destroying lives based on false 

evidence. 

“No,” Aaron growls. “But we don’t have a choice, do we? So let’s get it over with.” 

Samsen’s eyes narrow, obviously not like Aaron’s tone or his arrogance, however, he turns to pick up the knife and book. 

“Alpha Rathborn, as the claimant, it is also your duty to break 

the bond. You will draw blood with this silver knife, read the 

passage from this book, and then mark Luna Leah with your 

blood over the claiming bite to sever the bond.” 

Aaron nods stiffly, and my heart starts hammering in my chest. 

I want to protest. 

I want to run away. 

I want to get down on my knees and beg for them to have mercy, to hold the trial again, fairly this time, but I know all those words will fall on deaf ears. 

Aaron needs me to be strong. 

Ethan needs me to be strong and survive this so I can go home to him, even if it means living without my mate and true love. 

I lock every muscle in my body and force myself to breathe slowly and not hyperventilate or pass out again like I did earlier. 

Aaron takes the knife and scores it across the meaty part of his palm, then looks down at the book, expression stony. 

“I, Alpha Aaron Rathborn, of the Rathborn bloodline, deny you, Leah Roberts Rathborn, of the Roberts bloodline. No longer shall our bond exclude us from all others. No longer do I recognize you as my mate. No longer do I claim you as my 

own.” 

I feel a wrench inside me, like something starting to rend, and from the subtle flinch Aaron gives, I think he must feel it too. 

“So it is done in blood, so it will be undone in blood,” Aaron finishes. 

He steps forward and presses his palm over the spot on my neck where he bit me to claim me–a memory I don’t even have because I was technically gone from this world when it happened. 

A split second later, it’s like my ribs are breaking. I cry out and fall to my knees, clutching my chest.