Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 168

After I leave Rathborn pack lands I organize the jet for myself and fly to California.

Not only do I want to see what I can find out about the Roberts Corp military contracts from some

contacts I have within the government, but I also got word that Ryker was spotted in the city.

It’s the first time any of the trio have surfaced since that night. Dorian went back to Gibraltar and

probably won’t leave again for another twenty years, Michail was rumored to be somewhere else in

Eastern Europe, and Ryker… Well, no one has heard much of him, apart from a couple of bodies he

apparently dropped in Texas, some kind of ki ll contract for a ruthless pack who runs half

that state.

Not until a day ago, when I got reliable word that he’d been seen back in California.

Back in the same place where he’d been helping Liam in a plot that’d almost cost my wife her life.

A night that has cost me so much more.

I shake the thoughts away from my mind as I leave the restaurant I always eat at when I’m in the city. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

The staff know me and are always reliable, whether I’m entertaining other wealthy business people and

making deals, or simply enjoying a quiet meal on my own like I have tonight.

William is waiting in the car with a contingent of my men.

Since I ordered James to stay on Rathborn packlands and keep Leah secure, Willam has stepped up

to act as my beta in James

absence.

I probably should have brought them with me into the restaurant, but it attracts attention, bringing half a

dozen armed bodyguards with me wherever I go.

With my abilities as strong as they are now, there’s probably no need for that much man-power

surrounding me all the time, despite the unknown threat I’ve been facing.

Any wolf would be foo lish to challenge me outright.

They’d barely get to finish saying the words before I ripped them limb from limb,

My phone pings in my pocket as I walk, and I pull it out to see a message from one of my government

contacts, agreeing to meet

with me.

I’m distracted, so it takes me a second to realize someone has followed me into the alleyway that runs

along the side of the restaurant between the front entrance and the parking lot out back.

I pause and half-turn, scenting to see if I can pick up whether they’re human or wolf, but they’re

downwind of me, and the nearby dumpsters are the only thing I can really smell.

But something-some kind of warning is prickling along the back of my neck-so I slip my phone away

and fully turn to face them.

The person is wearing a jacket with the hood pulled up, face obscured by darkness and shadow. From

the body shape, it’s either a man or a tall woman, but the clothes are baggy and I can’t see a more

definite outline. They’ve also stopped and are standing there, staring straight at me. Not even trying to

pretend like they weren’t following me.

“What do you want?” I ask in a low voice, barely restraining the urge to bristle and growl a warning.

Won’t do me any good if this person is human.

However, instead of answering, the person raises a gun, pointing straight at my heart.

After I leave Rathborn pack lands I organize the jet for myself and fly to California.

Not only do I want to see what I can find out about the Roberts Corp military contracts from some

contacts I have within the government, but I also got word that Ryker was spotted in the city.

It’s the first time any of the trio have surfaced since that night. Dorian went back to Gibraltar and

probably won’t leave again for another twenty years, Michail was rumored to be somewhere else in

Eastern Europe, and Ryker… Well, no one has heard much of him, apart from a couple of bodies he

apparently dropped in Texas, some kind of kil l contract for a ruthless pack who runs half

that state.

Not until a day ago, when I got reliable word that he’d been seen back in California.

Back in the same place where he’d been helping Liam in a plot that’d almost cost my wife her life.

A night that has cost me so much more.

I shake the thoughts away from my mind as I leave the restaurant I always eat at when I’m in the city.

The staff know me and are always reliable, whether I’m entertaining other wealthy business people and

making deals, or simply enjoying a quiet meal on my own like I have tonight.

William is waiting in the car with a contingent of my men.

Since I ordered James to stay on Rathborn packlands and keep Leah secure, Willam has stepped up

to act as my beta in james

absence.

I probably should have brought them with me into the restaurant, but it attracts attention, bringing half a

dozen armed bodyguards with me wherever I go.

With my abilities as strong as they are now, there’s probably no need for that much man-power

surrounding me all the time, despite the unknown threat I’ve been facing.

Any wolf would be foo lish to challenge me outright.

They’d barely get to finish saying the words before I ripped them limb from limb,

My phone pings in my pocket as I walk, and I pull it out to see a message from one of my government

contacts, agreeing to meet

with me.

I’m distracted, so it takes me a second to realize someone has followed me into the alleyway that runs

along the side of the restaurant between the front entrance and the parking lot out back.

I pause and half-turn, scenting to see if I can pick up whether they’re human or wolf, but they’re

downwind of me, and the nearby dumpsters are the only thing I can really smell.

But something-some kind of warning is prickling along the back of my neck-so I slip my phone away

and fully turn to face them.

The person is wearing a jacket with the hood pulled up, face obscured by darkness and shadow. From

the body shape, it’s either a man or a tall woman, but the clothes are baggy and I can’t see a more

definite outline. They’ve also stopped and are standing there, staring straight at me. Not even trying to

pretend like they weren’t following me.

“What do you want?” I ask in a low voice, barely restraining the urge to bristle and growl a warning.

Won’t do me any good if this person is human.

However, instead of answering, the person raises a gun, pointing straight at my heart.