Page 1 of Alpha Power

"Fuck!" Zamorra cursed as she leapt over a fallen log. She could hear the footsteps of her pursuers hot on her tail, growling and snarling at one another as they chased her through the dense forest.

Branches whipped past her face, cutting deep into her skin. Twigs snapped underneath her feet as she sprinted as fast as she could. This wasn't the first time she had to run for her life, and she highly doubted it would be the last.

Ever since she was 16, she'd been on the run. First from Barnabas Baxter, Alpha of the Shadow Pack, and now from Cade, Beta of the Midnight Pack. Zamorra had been hiding out in a 24-hour Maccas when Cade and his werewolf posse found her. She didn't even have time to grab her backpack with all her belongings in it before bolting. She had to run and run fast.

Female werewolf shifters were somewhat of a rarity, with males outnumbering females five to one. Add in the fact Zamorra was also an Alpha and she quickly became one of the most hunted females in the werewolf community, running to the ends of the earth to escape the dominant Alpha male’s intent on breeding her like fucking cattle.

Being an Alpha werewolf guaranteed any children she had would be Alpha as well. Something that male werewolves kill for. The pecking order in werewolf society had Alphas on top of course, then Betas, both higher and lower level, and finally the Omegas.

Zamorra was so fucking glad she wasn't an Omega, like most women were born as. Being on the very bottom of the power hierarchy, they were treated like absolute shit.

Zamorra called on her inner werewolf for extra speed and pumped her legs harder, desperate to outrun the men at her back. Capture was NOT an option. Death was preferable.

Her werewolf growled in agreement. They would both rather fight to the death than be forced to mate and bear their pups.

She sensed five other werewolves with Cade. It seemed after their last encounter, he decided to bring backup. Smart. She knew she didn't stand a full-moon chance in hell of ever outrunning them. Maybe if there were only two or three, but not six. They had found her, cornered her, and now they had the advantage.

Some of them were in their shifted form, large seven-foot beasts with sharp canines and terrifying claws that could cut your limbs from your body with a single swipe.

A mixture of coloured fur - black, brown, red, grey - all blurred around her, keeping up with her while Cade in his human form chased from behind.

Droplets of her blood fell to the ground as she ducked and swerved her way through the forest, trying to lose them, trying to get away. This was what her father had trained her for, had spent hours upon hours teaching her. She knew how to fight, knew how to defend herself, but sometimes the most important lesson was to know when to run. Like now.

The scent of her blood riled up the werewolves at her back and a piercing howl ripped through the air.

Her werewolf snarled in frustration. She could sense them getting closer. Sense their intent. They reeked of excitement and lust. They wanted her. Wanted her body, and they weren't going to stop until they got her.

Up ahead, a house. We could hide,her werewolf suggested, growling at the very idea of having to hide like some weak, cornered animal. But they both knew it was the best option. If she could just gain a little more ground, it could work.

Give me more,Zamorra commanded, and her werewolf obliged.

A burst of power shot through her limbs making her adrenaline spike. She ran harder, honing in on her destination with purpose. The wind whipped past her, her long silver hair flowing through the air like it had a mind of its own.

As she cleared the forest, she noticed the house wasn't a house at all. No. It was more like a mansion, like something out of 'Crazy Rich Asians.' God, she loved that movie.

The house was gigantic, easily the biggest house she had ever seen. It had long, thick, dark pillars that surrounded it and connected with the roof, and a wrap-around porch that from what Zamorra could see, was being patrolled by people.

Dark figures walked up and down, left to right, eyes scanning over every detail looking for anything amiss. She had a feeling that whoever lived there was probably obscenely wealthy and had a small army at their beck and call, ready to do their bidding.

A massive iron-wrought fence encircled the entire property. Zamorra knew she would have to jump it, there was no other way through. With the werewolves closing in, it was now or never.

A part of her realised it maybe wasn't such a smart idea to just jump into some random's backyard, but she didn't have a choice. She knew what was waiting for her if Cade caught her and she'd rather die.

She ran hard, determination flowing through every ounce of her body.

The back of her neck tingled. Cade was right on her heels, right at her back and she had no idea how he had managed to get so close so quickly. She could feel his breath blow over her skin and panic quickly set in.

Jump!

Zamorra felt the command deep in her legs, felt her werewolf tense her muscles in preparation. She pushed off the ground with as much force as she could, kicking up the dirt and sailing through the air. She cleared the sharp spikes atop the fence with ease and landed with a soft thump on the other side.

Move! Now!

Zamorra was too slow to react. She sensed Cade right there at her back seconds before his big, burly hand landed on her shoulder, rooting her in place.

"I told you I would catch you, Silver," Cade purred in her ear.

She shivered in disgust, hating the nickname he coined for her on account of her long, silver hair.

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