Latoya Sullivan.
The name made my hackles rise. She was Joanna’s sister, her death the supposed catalyst for Joanna’s hunting career. Yet here she was, alive and turned, a participant in the uprising that had divided my pack…
A woman whose scent was so tantalizing, it made my wolf bark in confusion.
I unlocked the cell door and pulled it open. As it screamed in protest, Latoya peered up from her cot, her orange eyes meeting mine with a defiant gleam.
She looked so much like her sister. Lean and muscular. Rich brown skin.
Fuck.
“Morning, Alpha,” she drawled, swinging her long legs over the side of the cot. Her voice was a sultry purr that sent an unwanted thrill through me. She stood, her eyes never leaving mine as she approached. The silver-infused shackle around her ankle pulled taut. “Or goodnight? Hard to tell without windows.”
I bristled. “Latoya—”
“And it’s so damn hard to sleep since I keep thinking about your fine ass.”
“Latoya—”
“Shit,” she interrupted, throwing up her arms. “It was a compliment. Blush, smile, or something. Quit being so damn uptight.”
I stepped into the cell, hearing the door close behind me, the lock clanking back into place.
Latoya watched me as I moved, her wary eyes narrowing as she walked back to her cot and took a seat. “What do you want?” she asked with a sigh. She gathered her thin locs over herright shoulder. “Come to ask me stupid questions again? Or… perhaps you’re here for something else?”
She spread her legs apart, dragging her palms up her thighs. The tunic she wore followed her hands, exposing her smooth skin.
She crooned, “I’d rather the something else.”
My traitorous cock stiffened in my pants. “I’m here to see if you’re gonna talk today, Latoya… About the uprising… About your sister.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of Joanna, but she composed herself in an instant, her face becoming a cool mask of indifference. She adjusted her tunic. “I have nothing to say to you.”
I scoffed. “Really? Because my guess is you’re dying to explain yourself. I think you’re bursting at the seams with reasons for being a poor fucking excuse of a sister. You just need someone willing to listen.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not someone, Alpha.Joey.”
I took a step closer, my patience thinning. “Well, she doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Latoya’s shoulders slumped, but with the same speed as before, she recovered. “Can’t say I blame her. If I were her, I wouldn’t want to talk to me either.” She chuckled darkly. “Looks like you have your work cut out for you, Alpha.”
My snarl vibrated against the stone walls.
Latoya’s lips curled into a confident smirk. “Bring me my sister,” she demanded, her voice laced with a feigned sweetness, “or I don’t say a fucking word.”
I charged forward, Latoya’s smirk vanishing once I loomed over her. The wolf within me readied itself, a growl rumbling in my chest as I glared down at her, baring my teeth. “It would be hard to talk to her if you’re missing a tongue,” I warned.
A trace of fear tickled my senses, a delicious scent that filled the air between us.
“Let me make one thing very clear,” I barked. “You’re my prisoner. You’re subject to my mercy. And you will show me the respect I am due as the alpha who holds your pathetic life in his hands.”
I held her gaze for a moment longer, letting the weight of my words sink in.
Latoya swallowed hard, her eyes wide. She broke our gaze, and I reveled in the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I stepped back to give her a moment to collect herself before I continued, “Let’s try this again. You’re going to tell me about the uprising. You’re going to tell me if any wolves besides the ones in the warehouse are involved and where they might be now.”
Latoya’s eyes flicked back to mine. “And if I don’t?” she challenged, a hint of her earlier defiance returning.
