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

fact that Ryker

are telling me this is no coincidence.

on here, and I wonder

of Aaron and the Council and

I’m now a

bottom of all

renewed determination, I march into the hotel and up

penthouse suite where

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

of the room.

them speaks into

they simply nod and let

a spectacular view over the city and out

to one side of the sitting

Ryker says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his

a stance near the inside

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

cross the room.

I see,” Ryker teases, before pouring a measure of expensive bourbon

the drink

admit, I’m surprised to see you,

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

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

a good man. He

the hands of a Council that’s clearly forgotten the Old Ways.”

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

much of a drinker, but I find the bourbon has

down.