Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 268

James isn’t happy, but he also doesn’t have a better idea.

So I finally convince him later that evening to drive me to the

luxury hotel where I know Ryker has been staying.

We don’t say much to each other during the long drive.

I can tell James wants to convince me not to do this, while I

want to ask about Jessica.

However, I know that puts James in an awkward position, she

his sister, after all. It wouldn’t be fair to expect him to not respect her privacy or whatever.

So we sit there in strained silence with the weight of all the things we’re not saying hanging between us.

Instead of using the valet service at the front of the hotel, James insists on parking the car himself nearby, which leaves us about half a block away to walk.

As we’re approaching the hotel, a woman steps out through the revolving doors and gets into the back of a black town–car waiting for her.

I stop dead in my tracks as I realize it’s Karolina.

What the hell is she doing here?

It can’t be a coincidence that she’s just stepped out of the same hotel where Ryker is staying.

Although, the hotel does have a high–end bar and restaurant, so I suppose it’s possible she was just meeting someone and it

do with the fact that Ryker is

my instincts are telling me this

else is going on here, and I wonder

and

now a

to the bottom of all this,

determination, I march into the

where Ryker is

makes me wonder about the kind of life he lives where he can’t even stay at

of the

I approach, one of them speaks into a wire attached to

let

a spectacular view over the city and out toward the

bar to one side of the sitting room.

smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Can I get either of you a

takes up a stance near the inside of the door.

whatever you’re drinking,” I tell

cross the room.

Ryker teases, before pouring a measure of expensive bourbon into two glasses.

drink

Leah? I have to admit, I’m surprised

my mate?” I ask, ignoring the sharp pang in my chest I

expression sobering.

He didn’t deserve

of a Council that’s clearly forgotten

as I accept his condolences, then take a sip of the bourbon.

the bourbon has a pleasant smoothness with a hit

down.