Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

James jumps into the SUV at the last second and then I tear down the mountain at breakneck speeds.

I’m in this huge rush to get home-back to the Rathborn mansion-but I don’t even know what I’m going to do when I get there.

I don’t have the first clue about finding a missing child, especially my own child whom I didn’t even know was even alive until less than an hour ago.

I feel like I’ve been strung on a live wire.

Like my whole body is being electrified and I need to do something.

Anything.

I’ve never felt this kind of panicked desperation before and the worst thing is I have absolutely no clue how to find my son.

“For the record,” James finally says as we’re turning into the gates of the mansion. “I didn’t know either. I guessed a while back, and maybe I should have said something to you. But I wasn’t sure, and it would’ve been worse to get your hopes up if it hadn’t been true that Ethan was still alive.”

“Do you agree with what he did?” I ask in a bitterly vicious voice.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” James replies with a shrug “Yes, keeping the truth from you was the absolute worst thing he could have done. Would I have done the same thing if I was in his place? Maybe Do I get it? Part of me kind of does.”

I mutter angrily. “I kind of get why he did it as well. But I’m still so angry, I want to find whoever did this and run

quick laugh as we park in

and James follows me inside, all

work out what to do,” I tell James as I start pacing. “It’s like I’m so excited

from pacing

It doesn’t help anything. Let’s go

behind it,” I replied. “So that’s where we should start. Work out where Tobin

grab a pen

listing all the possible places

pack lands, the Council chambers, and that bar where he asked me

even though I’m not sure what

know, something I might think is crazy could

are too obvious a place to take Ethan, except then I realize putting a baby with a

him

James after we’ve been at it for an hour. “We’re

wasting time,” James says calmly. “We can search all these places

the almost crippling worry about what’s happening to