Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 165

The entire floor is empty. Not a single person, piece of equipment or furniture remains.

Absolutely everything is gone.

I do end up going to the corporate floors to see the board members and other high-ranking managers

to double check things are running smoothly. It’s clear our employees are happy to see me in person,

and I silently curse Aaron yet again for the whole remote-management thing he’s been doing the past

months.

Morale among staff is hugely important. It can make or break a business, and clearly this is one area

Aaron has been neglecting.

Aaron was the one who taught me that.

Again, I’m left wondering what state of mind he could be in, and what else could be occupying his mind

to the point of letting basic business necessities slide.

However, the whole time I’m working, I’m trying not to panic about what I found on the restricted floor.

Nothing.

It doesn’t make sense. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Where the hel l did everything go?

What happened to all the scientists and engineers and researchers and other staff who were working

on that level?

Worse, I don’t know who I can ask. I probably shouldn’t ask, because like everyone who worked on that

floor, Liam had me sign on

NDA

I try calling Dennis a few times, but his number has been disconnected.

I don’t know if I should be worried or angry about that.

Is it possible Dennis stole everything, and struck out on his own after Liam was killed and I was out of

commission?

Which possibly means he’s now sitting on billions of dollars that rightfully belong to Roberts Corp if he

did in fact finish the project and hand it over to the military.

The other options-the ones that involve Dennis finishing the project and selling it to the highest bidder

on some kind of black market trade for even more billions than the military was willing to pay-doesn’t

bear thinking about.

I know I won’t be able to live with myself and the part I played in it-small as it was-if this technology falls

into the wrong hands and innocents are killed.

It was hard enough knowing the military was going to use it against people they deemed the ‘enemy’ in

foreign countries. I never imagined I would be party to such senseless destruction; a completely new

era in warfare.

The last hour or so, I’ve been trying to figure out who I can talk to or contact to help me figure out

where the he ll our billion dollar dangerous Al weapon system has gone.

My instincts keep pushing me to call Aaron, telling me he will help me no matter what has or hasn’t

happened between us because he will understand the seriousness of things and be able to put his

feelings aside.

I know it’s mostly my wolf who wants that.

Any excuse to bask in Aaron’s presence.

prør

However, I’ve known Aaron since I was a child, so the human woman in me also knows how he would

react, that he will be there

for me if I ask, no matter what.

Besides, Aaron owns half of Roberts Corp. If the worst happens and this is going to blo w back on us in

a bad way, then Aaron needs to know, needs to be prepared for what might be coming.

The problem is, I don’t want to ask for his help.

I know I’m letting my own feelings get in the way of things.

But the stubborn independent part of me also wants to prove I can fix this mess on my own, without

going running to my Alpha.

“So you are still up here.”

I blink and look up to see James leaning against the doorframe of the office I’m using.

I realize it’s become dark outside the windows, and I didn’t even notice.

“Do you want me to order dinner up to the office, or are you coming down to the apartment to eat? We

can cook something up together,” James offers.

“You can cook?” I ask him in amusement.

He snorts in annoyance. “Of course I can cook.”

“Order something to the plane-I think I feel like sushi-and we’ll eat on the way back to Montana.”

If James is surprised at my sudden rush to go home, he doesn’t say so. He simply nods and leaves to

do as I’ve asked.

I don’t want to go back to that apartment and sleep in that bed again, with its lingering traces of Aaron’s

scent that make me

have vivid dreams.

I’m satisfied with the work I’ve done here today. Besides, our employees were so happy to see me-

even the human ones-it makes me think I need to go and visit the packs as soon as I can. Being Luna

is an important role, and I want to ensure all the people who are looking to me that I can be there when

they need me to be. That I take my responsibilities as their Luna deeply and with gratitude.

I’m glad for this work that keeps me moving.

It makes the constant pain in my chest a little more bearable.