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.

I’m never going to recover from.

now,” I keep going,

down to be dealt with later when I can

are too high. We can’t just wash our hands of this Al tech and be

with yourself if the tech got used and hundreds

even millions–of people

what if whoever has it

packs? Would you still be able to look

the mirror and not

deaths?”

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

we going

I reply. “We’ll just have to do it in a

doesn’t reply to that, and I spend a few minutes mulling over

to me. “Is there a way to track Karolina’s car? Or better yet, her

about my idea, but then again, he hasn’t looked happy

not that hard.”

Good.

finally feel like I’m getting somewhere.

where the missing tech is, then

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

places ourselves

us anywhere.

by the time we get back to

goodnight, and we go

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

Aaron’s room, then into

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

onto Aaron’s large mattress and collapse in the middle, dragging the blankets over myself

pillows.

can still catch the faintest hint of Aaron’s scent and I savor it,

soon it’ll be gone, just like he’s