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 either narrowly escaped them,

hate wolves for the simple fact of our existence, and if

mercy.

about entire packs being

mortal.

on impossible to kill

be hiding something huge here-most likely the AI tech-otherwise why risk coming here at

down

step we take, scanning my surroundings, scenting the air, my senses

they ever have.

can feel the true power of both my wolf and her Alpha status flowing through my veins like fire. But the reason for it-the danger we’re in just by being here-that gives the whole thing an unpleasant

to find Council Enforcer wolves guarding

big risk coming

she possibly be up to that she’d put even her own safety at risk like

quietly slip into the house and

anything but the sound of water running somewhere deeper

the air, but it’s heavy with mold and rats and general gross decay, so it’s hard to pick up any trace of

hint of Karolina over all that, but the stronger scents

before we start creeping toward the sound

at the sound of Karolina humming, as if she’s doing some boring task, and

me that makes me

like a livewire, lighting up

It doesn’t make sense.