Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 275

The closer we get to the address where Karolina is situated, the more my wolf becomes agitated. I shift restlessly in the front seat of the SUV, wondering what’s going on with her.

It’s like she’s on high alert. Like we’re somehow trapped, or there’s some unseen danger, and we should be fleeing in the other direction.

I can tell James is also feeling similarly troubled as he parks the SUV just down the block from the abandoned house.

James had been right about this neighborhood.

Every house is in a sad, neglected state. Sagging roofs, broken windows, junk in the weed-choked yards and broken down, rusted cars.

Only some of the houses look like they’re even occupied. A lot of the houses look like they’ve been abandoned.

“Why is my wolf so-”

“Freaked out?” James finishes with a quick smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You should trust what she’s telling you, there’s danger nearby.”

“What do you mean?” I ask apprehensively.

That prickly leeling

there are Vampires somewhere nearby. We need to get in and out as fast as possible, before they realize wolves have wandered right into their territory.”

I nod and swallow down the dread, checking my weapons before we get out of the SUV.

Despite the fear and the way my wolf is clawing at my insides to get out of here, I’m not going to back down.

wolves who’ve

fact of our existence, and if they ever come across us,

mercy.

heard tales about entire packs being

mortal. Vampires…

on impossible to kill

something huge here-most likely the AI tech-otherwise why risk

hurry down

surroundings, scenting

they ever have.

veins like fire. But the reason for it-the danger we’re in just by

house, I almost expect to find Council Enforcer wolves guarding

risk coming here

to that she’d put even her own

the house

I don’t hear anything but the sound of water running somewhere deeper in the

mold and rats and general gross decay, so it’s

get a hint of Karolina over all that, but the stronger scents are definitely wreaking havoc on my sensitive

a quick glance of acknowledgement, before we start creeping toward the

as if she’s doing some boring task, and

makes me stop dead in my

a livewire, lighting up every cell of me, but

It doesn’t make sense.