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.

weird, right?” I say to James as

weird,” James replied in concern, while we wait for the gate to slide closed behind us again.

follow the

have no idea what I’m expecting, but the perfectly maintained–if

not it.

mutter as we pull up in the driveway, just in front of

SUV, I notice all of the

bars on them.

just any

Silver bars.

idea what to make of this, but my heart is skipping in my chest, and I can’t think of a single reason why my dad would

on the windows.

keeping someone–a wolf–captive.

But who?

And why?

as I

door in place of a screen

two guards are slowly walking up the short.

I tell them, underlying my voice with a

lotta Alpha command.

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,

words are a threatening growl, and

inner door are unlocked–and it takes some moments because there are a ridiculous number of locks on both of them–they step back and aside,

my gaze.

yank open the door, James

interior is nicely decorated and

and if not for the fact there are bars on the windows and all the doors are locked, I might have

it’s all very impersonal.

though whoever lives here isn’t allowed to truly be comfortable in this

given that it’s basically a