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?”

join us shortly.” He holds out his hand.

room, but I can’t kick the feeling that there are other wolves watching

and draws out printed papers. At a glance, I see my name on them and Roberts Corp. headings. “What are you

eyes pin

he’d use his

polished facade, I sense that this

“Sign them.”

at least

trying to read them,

my throat. I can’t let my brother d ie. I just can’t. Not after losing dad. But if this destroys the

like to have my attorney review

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

do they say?” I ask

you’re turning over

skim, but really I’m just looking to buy time. My

tearing my throat

to see my

mean that. We can rebuild. Raise money.

replacing a loved one once they’re stolen from

is final.