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

are telling me this is no

is going on here, and I

to the mess of Aaron and

now

to the bottom of all this, one way

into the hotel and up

suite where Ryker

makes me wonder about the kind of life he lives where

outside of

them speaks into a wire attached to his jacket.

and let us in, since apparently Ryker has

penthouse has a spectacular view over the city

standing by the bar to one side of the sitting

with a smile that doesn’t quite

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

drinking,” I tell him confidently as

cross the room.

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

drink over to hand to

have to admit, I’m

I ask, ignoring the sharp pang in my chest I get whenever anyone

expression sobering.

good man. He didn’t deserve

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

I accept his condolences, then take a sip

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

down.