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 we

James replied in concern, while we wait for the gate to slide closed

the

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

not it.

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

get out of the SUV, I notice all of

bars on them.

just any

Silver bars.

heart is skipping in my chest, and I can’t think of a single reason why my dad would need a house out

the

keeping someone–a wolf–captive.

But who?

And why?

me, looking just as confused and concerned as I feel, as we hurry toward

there, we find a silver barred door in

up the short. stairs

tell them, underlying my

lotta Alpha command.

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 my father or Liam left

a threatening growl,

and inner door are unlocked–and it takes some moments because there are a

my gaze.

march forward and yank open the door, James

nicely decorated

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

it’s all very

whoever lives here isn’t allowed to truly

suppose that makes sense, given that it’s