Page 141 of Alpha Power

Barnabas narrowed his eyes. "That will be far enough youngin," he warned, his voice cold.

She snorted. Youngin? She'd show him what this 'youngin' was capable of.

She continued on as if he hadn't spoken, slinking forward with her canines bared andadeep growl spilling from her lips.

A burst of pure Alpha energy shot out from deep within her, flowing straight for Barnabas and he growled before releasing his own wave of dominance.

The forces clashed together, colliding in the air and a loud bang rocked through the room, shaking the house right down to its foundation.

"Enough!" Barnabas roared.Eyes flashing silver and face full of fury Barnabas advanced, expelling another torrent of his powerful Alpha energy before she could even register it.

It rocked her hard, his strength and dominance incapacitating her completely, freezing her limbs, her body right where she was.

"Shift," he snarled.

Her body locked andshecollapsed face first on the ground, pain obliterating her insides as her psyche was forcefully ripped from Zamorra's. It was beyond her control. She couldn't stop it.

She roared in anguish as she was forced to let go of their bond and their connection was severed.

Zamorra blinked, stunned beyond comprehension. Her eyes darted frantically in every direction, her body shivering from the cool, marble flooring against her bare skin. With shaky arms she pushed herself up, trying to dispel the daze clouding her mind.

Wha-what happened?She asked her werewolf, but the entity didn't respond.

Zamorra sensed her presence. It was still there, in the very back of her mind. Faint, but definitely still there. She tried not to panic and focus on the problem right in front of her. The fact she could still feel her werewolf was enough for her, at least for now.

Her eyes connected with Barnabas' and she sneered. "What the fuck did you do to my were?"

She expected his eyes to drift to her naked figure, like his Beta, Gideon kept doing, but his eyes remained plastered to her face.

"She's fine. She's just in what I guess you could call a little 'time out' right now."

A time out? What was she, fucking five?

"How did you force my shift?"

"There's still so much you have to learn. Things only another Alpha can teach you. You're more powerful than you know. Now, you're going to come with me-"

"I'd rather slit my own fucking throat than go anywhere with you," she hissed.

Barnabas sighed, studying the seriousness of her expression. "You know what… I believe you're just crazy enough to do it. So, I'll give you a choice."

With two fingers he motioned for Gideon to come forward. The bulky shifter gripped Roman by the shoulder and dragged him along, dropping him at Barnabas' feet.

Seeing Roman, big, gruff, terrifying Roman being flung around like a rag doll didn't sit well with her. It enraged her.

He tried to fight back, struggling against Gideon but those damn silver cuffs were causing too much damage. Pain flashed on his face but still, he kept fighting.

Calling on the mighty power of his werewolf, Barnabas' hand transformed, thick silver fur slowly cascading up his forearm and razor-sharp claws exploding from his hand. He latched onto Roman's shoulder, digging his claws deep enough to draw blood.

Roman grunted and narrowed his eyes in anger, the only indication he actually felt something.

A savage, egotistical grin spread across Barnabas' face. "You either come with me, peacefully and quietly, no more of your little tantrums-"

Zamorra growled, grinding her teeth at his 'tantrum' comment.

"-or, I start killing your friends. Starting with the big guy here." He dug his claws into Roman’s flesh even deeper and Roman growled.

She held Barnabas' stare, a blank look on her face. "What makes you think I care what you do to them? They're just vampires," she replied coldly.

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