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.

My heart and soul are in agony, wounded in a way I know I’m never going to recover from. Not until I

meet Aaron again in the next life.

“Things are different now,” I keep going, shoving all those

feelings down to be dealt with later when I can be alone. “The

stakes are too high. We can’t just wash our hands of this Al tech and be done with it. We have to get it

back. Could you

honestly live with yourself if the tech got used and hundreds

of thousands–maybe even millions–of people died? Or

worse, what if whoever has it started turning it against other

wolves to eliminate rival packs? Would you still be able to look

at yourself in the mirror and not feel the weight of all those

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

what are we going to do?”

“Look deeper into Karolina for a start,” I reply. “We’ll just have to do it in a way that hopefully Ryker

won’t find out about.”

James doesn’t reply to that, and I spend a few minutes mulling over my thoughts.

“James,” I say as a few ideas start coming to me. “Is there a way to track Karolina’s car? Or better yet,

her cell phone? Maybe even both.”

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

conversation.

“Yeah. It’s not that hard.”

Good.

I finally feel like I’m getting somewhere.

If Karolina knows where the missing tech is, then maybe she’ll

there to either check on it–or, god forbid–get ready to use

go

1. it.

Tracking her movements for a few days or weeks should give us a good idea of all the places she goes

to, and then we can

start checking out those places ourselves and see if that gets

us anywhere.

It’s late by the time we get back to Rathborn mansion.

James wishes me goodnight, and we go our separate ways.

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

I go into Aaron’s room, then into the luxuriously appointed bathroom.

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

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

burrowing into the

pillows.

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

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

And one day in the distant future, I won’t even remember what he smells like any longer.

The tears come then. And like every night since Aaron was taken from me, I cry myself to sleep.

Almost as soon as I do fall asleep, I begin to dream.

But it’s so lucid, it’s as if I’ve been somehow drawn into

another reality while I’m not conscious.

It’s a beautiful sunlit field, dotted with yellow and white flowers, along with butterflies flitting around and

bees

buzzing by.

I don’t think I’ve ever been here before, but somehow it feels

familiar, and comforting, as if I’ve truly come home for the first time in my life.

“Leah!”

My heart jumps at the sound of Aaron’s voice, and I spin

toward the source.

Aaron comes jogging toward me across the soft green grass. He’s wearing light colored linen pants

and a white shirt, gaping open halfway down his chiseled chest.

His eyes are glowing with happiness and the gentle breeze teasingly tousles his dark hair.

“Aaron!” I cry in disbelief, overjoyed to see him.

I run the last few steps to meet him, and he catches me up against him, swinging me in a couple of

dizzy circles, before gently setting me back on my feet.

But the thing is, I can feel him.

It feels real.

Something is telling me this isn’t a dream.

“Aaron,” I say in wonder, drinking in his handsome features, looking up at the face I never thought I’d

see again. “Where

are we? What is this?”