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

the fact that Ryker is staying here.

my instincts are telling me this is no coincidence.

and I wonder

and

I’m now a widow.

of all this, one way or another.

renewed determination, I march into the hotel and up

where Ryker

acting as security, and it makes me wonder about the kind of life he lives where he can’t even stay at a

outside of the room.

into a wire

door, they simply nod and let us in, since apparently Ryker has let them know

city and out toward the

standing by the bar to one side of the sitting

with a smile that doesn’t quite

a stance

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

cross the room.

teases, before pouring a measure of expensive bourbon into two

he brings the drink over to hand to me. “What

Luna Leah? I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you, given everything that’s

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

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

He didn’t deserve an end

at the hands of a

his condolences, then

of a drinker, but I find the bourbon has a pleasant smoothness with a hit of fire when

down.