Sylvia's Torment (Enforcers and Coterie Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

they’d come head to head, and Derek would win. Derek’s ruthless need to protect his pack would ensure his victory. Shawn simply wanted to rule.
    Shawn broke eye contact first, a quick flick to the right before steadying his gaze on Derek again. Didn’t matter. He lost. Never glance away during an Alpha contest of wills. It showed weakness.
    “You, stay the fuck here. Don’t show up, or I will gut you for disobeying orders.” Derek turned on his heel, dismissing the lesser werewolf. “We leave now.”
    His pack separated, creating a tunnel for him through the crowd. Apprehension and a thread of fear now wove through the scent of emotions. He could almost hear their thoughts. Why had their Alpha attacked another unprovoked?
    Except it wasn’t unprovoked. Shawn had been nipping at his heels for months now. Derek had done his best to shrug off the escalating irritation, unconcerned with the other man’s game. But pulling Sylvia into it crossed the line.
    He jogged to the garage, opened the door of his sleek Jaguar and slid into the driver’s seat. Zmitro joined him, settling his large frame in the passenger seat.
    “ Vot , put this on.” Zmitro handed him a button-up shirt. Derek shrugged into it, not bothering to fasten it.
    Once the seatbelts clicked into place, he forced his way into the mid-morning traffic. With his hefty pay as a Top Alpha and the great investments he’d made throughout his life, high-end real estate in downtown Toronto wasn’t an issue. A few city blocks separated his home and the Coterie headquarters. Most days, he would’ve gone on foot, but he didn’t want to waste the time.
    Multiple shifts today had drained him. Most werewolves could shift once, maybe twice a day and then needed time to recoup. As Alpha, changing forms didn’t affect him the same way. While it’d be more difficult, it wouldn’t be impossible to embrace his wolf side again today. Energy from the pack as a whole sustained him, giving him extra strength. A perk of his position. However, pulling energy from them at such a crucial time could weaken them and jeopardize this mission.
    “Soon, Derek.” Zmitro’s voice distracted him from his thoughts. Restless energy poured off his friend, tickling Derek’s sensitive nose. The steady rhythm of Zmitro’s fingers drumming against his thigh filled the car.
    Derek glanced over and nodded. Three jagged scars marred his friend from forehead to cheek, though they had faded over time. His black hair hung above his eyes, hiding the length of the scars.
    “Yes,” Derek growled as he shifted his attention back to the road. Curses and one-finger salutes trailed behind him, courtesy of the less aggressive drivers startled by his maneuvers.
    Pulling into the underground parking garage, he sped to his reserved spot, tires squealing as he slammed on the brakes. Derek jumped from the car, not bothering to lock it. No one stole from the Coterie. At least none that valued their lives.
    Jogging to a bank of elevators, he jabbed a button and waited. Impatient, he glanced around and calculated the time it’d take to use the stairs.
    Bing.
    The doors slid open, distracting him. People crammed into the tiny space, and Derek shouldered his way in, not caring who he flattened. Zmitro followed suit. Mages and other werewolves crowded together in the elevator, the excitement tangible.
    Everyone exited on the same floor, heading for the meeting room. The name was a bit of a misnomer as it took up most of the twenty-first floor. Neat rows of chairs, several aisles between them, faced a small stage at the front.
    No one sat. All were too eager for the mission.
    The Mage and Werewolf Coterie, the leaders of the Enforcers, waited stoically up front. Representing each race, thirteen members normally held a seat in the Coterie. Currently, only twelve held a position. A few months ago, they’d learned that Logan, one of the Werewolf leaders, had been torturing, hunting and eating humans. He’d died