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.

I say to James as we roll through the

wait for the gate to

the

no idea what I’m expecting, but the perfectly maintained–if not gorgeous–house and

not it.

pull up in the driveway, just in front of a detached garage.

of the SUV, I notice all of

bars on them.

any bars.

Silver bars.

think of a single reason why my dad would need a house out in the middle of nowhere

on the windows.

was keeping

But who?

And why?

me, looking just as confused and concerned as I feel,

there, we find a silver barred door

two guards are slowly walking up the short. stairs to join us, looking even more worried

underlying my voice with a

lotta Alpha command.

one of them starts, though he does so timidly, as if knowing it’s not a good idea to question me, but still

The words are a threatening growl, and the two men

because there are a ridiculous number of locks on both of them–they step

my gaze.

the door, James only a

nicely decorated

the windows and all the doors are locked, I might

it’s all very

no photos or personal items anywhere, as though whoever lives here isn’t allowed

given