Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 145

The room is spacious and clean. Quite opulent. It’s like the designer transported the insides of an Italian villa-complete with marble and finely upholstered furniture, glass chandeliers and even a cozy, roaring fireplace-into this dockside commercial building.

The stark comparison to the vacant warehouse behind me has me doing a double take.

“That’s our shipping and receiving area,” he says easily. “This

room is for receiving our special guests.”

That sounds creepy and ominous. “Ryker.”

I recognize him immediately as the wolf from the restaurant.

His features are too remarkable to forget.

He sniffs a bit at the gun in my hand, like it’s some accessory

that he finds offensive.

Whatevs.

“My brother?”

shortly.” He holds out his hand.

but I can’t kick the feeling that

printed papers. At a glance, I see my name on

eyes pin me and his features

beauty. I think he’d use his looks,

sense that

“Sign them.”

has to be at least a hundred pages

to read them,

can’t. Not after losing

to have my attorney review

laughs, throwing his head back like I said the funniest thing. A few seconds

say?” I ask

turning over

top. I flip through the pages trying to skim, but really I’m just looking to buy time. My options are very limited.

my throat out. And what

I need to see my

mean that. We can rebuild. Raise

one once they’re stolen from us.

is final.