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

my instincts are telling me this

here, and I wonder

to the mess of Aaron and the Council and the

I’m now

of all this, one way

determination, I march into the

where Ryker is

in the hallway, acting as security, and it makes me wonder about the kind of life he lives where he

of the

I approach, one of them speaks into a wire

time we arrive at the door, they simply nod and let us in, since apparently

over the city and out toward the snow–capped mountains in

by the bar to one side of the

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

refusal, and takes up a

drinking,” I tell him

cross the room.

I see,” Ryker teases, before pouring a

the drink over to hand to me. “What

to admit, I’m surprised to see you, given everything that’s going

I ask, ignoring the sharp pang in my chest I get whenever anyone mentions Aaron and what

dips his head, expression sobering. “I’m sorry, Leah.

man. He didn’t deserve an

of a Council

I accept his condolences, then take a

I find the bourbon has a pleasant smoothness with a hit of

down.