Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 168

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. 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.
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 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.