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Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 142
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Chapter 142

My first instinct is to call Aaron,

It’s du mb.

He’s essentially my enemy and he doesn’t really like my brother, but the urge is there. He would help, I

think, but I know he’s on a plane right now so it’s pointless to try.

Wolves don’t involve humans in our affairs, so it’s not like I can

dial 911 or call the police.

I could call my own pack, but they’re two states over. I shove out of the computer lab and lock up then

race into the elevator to the ground floor.

My phone rings while I’m descending. “Hello?”

“Have you received my messages?” The voice is deep. It

contains an accent I can’t place!”

“Put my brother on the phone.”

The man chuckles. “You are in no position to make demands.”

“You want something from me or you wouldn’t be calling.”

He chuckles again. “Look at you, Alpha,” he sneers the word, “flexing your authority.”

“Put my brother on the phone. Let me know he is okay. And then we can talk about whatever it is that

you want.”

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I need to know Liam is alive. That photo could be from a few hours ago and who’s to say what has

befallen my brother

since.

I step out of the elevator.

James is in the lobby. He takes one look at me and rushes over.

I shush him to silence with a motion of my hand. “Come on,”

I say calmly. “It’s an easy enough request. Let me hear my

brother’s voice and then I can meet whatever demands you

want to make.”

“You want to know if Liam is alive, come see for yourself. You

have thirty minutes.”

My phone dings. It’s an address.

The phone disconnects before I can say anything else. I try dialing the number back-it’s not like they

blocked it or called from some restricted number-but no one answers and there

is no voicemail.

It just rings and rings and rings.

My hand is shaking when I lower the phone from my ear.

“They have Liam,” I tell James.

“I gathered.” He takes my arm and ushers me out of the building. He talks into his watch about Bravo

Team and Delta Teams, and I surmise he isn’t the only one running security nearby.

“I have to go to him.”

He stops abruptly and it je rks my arm. “Go straight into the trap?”

I’m not du mb. “I know it is. But he’s the only family I have left.”

James curses. “Aaron’s phone is going to voicemail. He’s still

airborne.”

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“When does he land?”

“Forty minutes.”

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The caller only gave me thirty. My brother doesn’t have that

long.

I run out of the building and to James’ SUV. He covers my back,

a 9mm drawn while I get in on the passenger side. When he rounds the vehicle and gets behind the

wheel, he starts the

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ignition but doesn’t switch it into drive.

“Leah. Stop for a second.”

“James, put the car in drive. Now. We need to go.”

“No.”

I sense that he’s waiting for reinforcements, and they’re going to what? Sit and corner me to keep me

safe while each second might mean the last for my brother? He hits the lock button.

‘Either start driving or let me the f**k out of this car.”

He frowns. “There’s no way in he ll I’m letting you run into the hands of someone who obviously means

your pack harm.”

“Who said anything about letting me?”

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Then that fancy syringe, the one with wolfsbane that James so kindly gave me…I slide it out of my

purse and jab it into his

arm.

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