Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 270

I’m glad to climb back into the safety of the SUV with James after leaving the meeting with Ryker.

There wasn’t much left to say after Ryker made his ultimatum. He’s not going to help me get the Al tech back, not if it means moving against his mate.

I know I should heed his warning.

No one in their right mind pits themselves against the Old

Country Wolves and expects to survive.

But the tech–and whatever damage it might do is my

responsibility.

My family built it, and my family lost it.

No matter the cost, I have to get it back. Then decide whether to hand it over to the military like it was supposed to be, or destroy it and tell the military that the project failed.

“This isn’t good, Leah,” James says once we start driving.

“Tell me about it,” I mutter despondently. “But it doesn’t change things.”

“It doesn’t?” James says incredulously. “Leah, you heard Ryker. If you go after Karolina, he will come for you. Even Aaron was smart enough not to cross the Old Country Wolves.”

“In the past, maybe,” I reply, ignoring the tightness in my chest and the tears that prick my eyes. “But if he was here now, I know he’d be thinking about doing exactly that.”

God, I wish Aaron was here right now.

My entire body aches with wanting my mate.

are in agony, wounded in a way I know I’m never going

keep going, shoving all those

with later when I

tech and be done

if the tech got used

even millions–of people

has it started

you still be able to look

the mirror and not feel the weight of all those

deaths?”

“No, you’re right. I couldn’t live with that.

going

to do it in

I spend a few minutes mulling

ideas start coming to me. “Is there a way to track Karolina’s car? Or better yet, her cell phone? Maybe even

doesn’t look happy about my idea, but then again, he hasn’t looked happy about any of this

not that hard.”

Good.

finally feel like I’m

the missing tech is, then maybe

to either check on it–or, god forbid–get ready to use go it. Tracking her movements for a few days or weeks should

those places ourselves and see if

us anywhere.

we get back to

me goodnight, and we

check on Ethan, but he’s sleeping soundly in his crib across the hall in

then

take a shower but don’t linger. I just want to wash the day away before

mattress and collapse in the middle, dragging the blankets over myself and burrowing into the

pillows.

catch the faintest hint of Aaron’s scent and I

soon it’ll be gone, just like he’s gone.