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

with the fact that Ryker

are telling me this is no coincidence.

and

of Aaron and the Council and the fact

now

of all this, one way or another.

renewed determination, I march into the hotel and up

where

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

of the

into a wire attached to

the door, they simply nod and let us in, since

view over the city and out toward the snow–capped

standing by the bar to

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

refusal, and takes up a stance near the inside of the door.

have whatever you’re drinking,” I tell him confidently

cross the room.

has fine taste, I see,” Ryker teases, before pouring a

the drink

Leah? I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you,

I ask, ignoring the sharp pang in my chest

his head, expression sobering.

a good man. He didn’t

at the hands of a Council that’s clearly forgotten the Old

condolences, then take a sip of

bourbon has a pleasant smoothness with a hit of

down.