Page 13 of Alpha Power

Ophelia growled and her werewolf growled right back. It started low, in the centre of her chest. A deep guttural sound that got louder and louder until the only thing you could hear in the room was her. Her hands slowly transformed into razor sharp claws, her eyes flashed silver and her body started to grow larger, expanding until she almost couldn’t fit in her chair. It didn’t take much to rile her werewolf up and the dirty looks Ophelia kept throwing her way was more than enough.

“Little Alpha.”

Zamorra snapped her gaze to the ancient vampire.

“That’s enough.” It didn’t sound like it did last time. No. There was no anger or impatience in his tone. If anything, it was soothing. She felt it caress her skin, calming her.

Her werewolf retreated.I like his voice.

Zamorra groaned. Her werewolf was getting attached to the vampire already and it hadn’t even been an entire day yet. She was sure of it, and it was a very, very, VERY bad sign

Darius leaned across the table. “I think you could take her,” he said in a mock whisper that made Zamorra smile and Ophelia scowl.

“Can I continue my meeting?” Luther snapped.

Jeez, this guy had some serious mood swings.

Darius straightened in his chair immediately, giving Luther his undivided attention. Satisfied, Luther nodded and continued. “We tracked the blood to a club on the Gold Coast, a shifter club.”

Annnd, there was the reason for her presence. They needed a shifter to get in. Vampires were not welcome in shifter clubs, not at all. Zamorra had visited a few over the years and she’d seen plenty of vampires get booted on their ass when they tried to get in. But then again, it's not like shifters were welcome in vampire clubs either.

“We need you to go in and find whoever is selling the drugs. Axel is our resident tech head, he’ll set you up with a camera and a mic before you step foot in the club. I want to be able to see and hear everything that goes on. Once you’ve found them, you need to get them outside. We’ll take care of the rest.”

Her werewolf perked up with excitement and Zamorra couldn’t help but feel the same. They both loved this type of shit. Undercover missions with bad guys that need a good beating. It was exhilarating, not that she would ever admit it. She didn’t want them to know that she was actually looking forward to this.

Zamorra looked down at her plain, all black attire. “I’ll need a new outfit.” All the clothes she had owned were in her backpack that she’d left in the diner. She highly doubted it would still be there now.

Maddox arched an eyebrow. “That’s it? No snarling or growling or throwing a tantrum? I thought wolves hated being ordered around.”

Zamorra clenched her teeth. “Werewolf.”

“What was that pretty?”

“I’m a werewolf, not a wolf,” she growled.

Maddox shrugged. “What’s the difference?”

Let me show him.

Zamorra ignored him and looked back at Luther. “When is this happening?”

“In a few days. Saturday nights are the busiest night of the week for them. The dealer should definitely be there. If you need an outfit, Roman will accompany you to get one.”

Zamorra frowned. “I don’t need company. I can go on my own.”

“Either he goes with you, or you don’t go at all,” Luther said in an authoritative voice.

Zamorra plastered on a fake smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why, of course my Lord. Whatever you say, my Lord.” Had she been standing; she would have chucked in a damn curtsy too.

Luther gave her a wicked smile and Zamorra felt her entire body come to life, like she’d been struck by a bolt of lightning. The way he was looking at her made her heart beat erratically in her chest and she hoped he couldn’t hear it.

“That’s better.”

Zamorra rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a smile from gracing her lips.

He abruptly stood, his vampire minions scurrying to do the same as he headed for the door.

FOOD!Her werewolf howled.

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