Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 263

I’m debating whether to call our security company and find out whether this property is registered with them, and if they might be able to give me remote access, when one of those ATV four–wheeler vehicles comes from the other direction.

The two guys sitting in it are wearing security uniforms, but I recognize them as Roberts pack.

“Luna Leah,” one of them says in surprise as he walks closer to the gate. “We weren’t expecting you.”

“Well,” I say, crossing my arms and gathering all my formidable Alpha power now that I’ve got it back again. “Considering both my father and my brother are dead, you had to assume I was going to become aware of this little project at some point, didn’t you?”

The two men share a quick, concerned look, clearly unsure what they’re meant to do.

Is it possible that my father or Liam left strict instructions that

I was not to know about this place, let alone come here?

But why?

“How can we help you, Luna?” one of them finally asks me.

“You can start by opening this gate.”

They share a look again, this time one of resignation.

It’s not like they can defy me. I’m pack Luna and an Alpha as

well.

But it seriously makes me worried about what on earth my father and Liam were either doing or keeping here.

While the two men open the gate, James and I get back into

the SUV.

totally weird, right?” I say to James as we roll through the gate.

for the gate to slide

that, we follow the ATV

the perfectly maintained–if not gorgeous–house and garden are

not it.

mutter as we pull up in the driveway,

out of the SUV, I notice all of the house’s windows

bars on them.

any bars.

Silver bars.

what to make of this, but my heart is skipping in my chest, and I can’t think

the

he was keeping

But who?

And why?

looking just as confused and concerned as I feel, as we hurry toward the porch steps.

we find a silver barred door in place of

look to where the two guards are slowly walking up the short. stairs to join

I tell them, underlying my

lotta Alpha command.

I don’t think that’s a good-” one of them starts, though he does so timidly, as if knowing it’s not a good idea to question me, but still struggling with whatever standing orders

threatening

inner door are unlocked–and it takes some moments because there are a ridiculous number of locks on

my gaze.

march forward and yank open the door, James only a step

is nicely decorated and

lives here, and if not for the fact there are bars on the windows and all

all very impersonal.

are no photos or personal items anywhere, as though whoever lives here isn’t allowed to truly be comfortable

that makes sense, given that