Page 4 of Sold Wolf Slave

“Technically, the guy who left my door open was the instigator,” I said.

Grabbing my chin, his fingers squeezed as he turned my head first one way and then the other, as if examining a horse or some other sort of livestock. Which, to him, I was. When I didn’t flinch or try to get away, he released me.

“Name,” he barked.

I stayed mute.

“Answer me when I speak to you,” he growled.

“Say please,” I fired back.

He chuckled, but the rage still burned in his eyes, and I knew I’d pissed him off. “You’ve got some fight in you,” he said. “I know a few men who would pay good money for you. They like breaking the feisty ones. But you’re forgetting your place,slave.”

“Do whatever you want,” I said. “I don’t particularly care.”

“Oh, I’m not going to touch you. I don’t think that’s going to keep you in line,” he said.

The smirk he gave made my blood curdle. He leaned forward so his lips were inches from my ear, his breath brushing against my skin and blowing my hair back. Despite the proximity, he spoke clearly enough for everyone to hear.

“But I will go after your sister here.”

My eyes went wide as panic rushed through me. I took a step back in shock. Cain grinned as he saw the reaction.

“You don’t know she’s my sister,” I said, trying to bluff and already knowing it had failed.

The grin widened. “You could have run on your own and likely have a much better chance of getting away. But you broke her out as well. Even if you didn’t look similar, that would have been enough to tell me everything I needed to know. Now, are you going to cooperate and tell me your name, or am I going to have to make you watch your pretty little sister get hurt?”

“Kendra,” I spat without a second of hesitation, scowling up at him.

He gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “See? Now, was that so hard?” he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he turned his attention back to Morgan. “And your name?” he asked her.

“Morgan,” she said after only a second’s hesitation.

I hated the way he leered at her. “You’re a lot more docile than your sister, aren’t you?” he said.

Morgan looked away and down at her feet. “I guess,” she muttered.

He circled the two of us. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his eyes on me as he looked the two of us up and down, sizing us up. I stood motionless, only hoping that I could get Morgan out of punishment.

Eventually, he came to stand in front of us once more. His eyes flicked over Morgan, lingering on her face, then turned to me, head tilting as that stare seemed to dig into me.

“Get Ronan,” he repeated.

Thresh disappeared through a side door. We waited in silence. Before long, a large shifter with graying hair stepped into the room. He was the type of man who seemed to take up twice the amount of space.

He glanced from me and Morgan to Cain, giving a polite bow of his head to the latter. “Who was the guard on feeding duty this week?” Cain asked, his voice dangerously conversational. He sounded like he was only talking about the weather.

Ronan didn’t fall for it. His eyes narrowed. “Damien,” he growled. “Do I need to teach him a lesson?”

“I think anyone dumb enough to leave a door unlocked so one of our slaves could get out is beyond help, don’t you?” Cain asked, his voice still with that unsettling, conversational tone to it.

Ronan blinked, but that was the only sign of surprise he gave. But I could tell from the way his shoulders tightened and his fists clenched that he was almost as furious as Cain.

“I completely agree,” he said. He turned, probably already planning on acting on his boss’s plans, but Cain stopped him again.

“Not just yet. I have something else for you to do first,” he said.

Ronan stopped and turned back around, watching, waiting. I turned to look back at Cain. The smirk playing on his lips and the way he stared down at me made my blood turn cold. I didn’t know what he had planned, but whatever it was, it was going to be bad. I waited, barely breathing.

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