Page 22 of Alpha Power

Zamorra rolled her eyes. Her werewolf was a power junkie.

Luther lowered his massive body into the empty seat Maddox had vacated, his arm brushing briefly against her own, making her heart skip.

At first, they sat in silence. Zamorra wasn’t sure what to say to the ancient vampire. This was the first time they had ever really been alone and for some reason it made her nervous. His mere presence threw her off guard and made her brain turn to freaking jello.

“Is your werewolf alright?” His deep voice made goosebumps spring up all over her body.

She tried to ignore the rising heat and attraction flowing through her, the way her body thrummed with excitement at sitting right next to him and focused on his question. What was it again?

He asked if I was alright, her werewolf said in shock.

That was surprising. No one had EVER asked about her werewolf before, not like that. Most people assumed that the creature in a shifter was just that. A creature. Incapable of independent thought or feeling or being able to understand what was going on around them. But that wasn’t true. Her werewolf was smart, even smarter than her sometimes. She was strong, brave and had a crazy personality that matched her own.

Luther was still watching her intently, his brows wrinkled in concern.

“Yeah, she’s good. Pissed but that’s nothing new.”

He chuckled softly, the sound smooth and pleasurable to Zamorra’s ears. “She’s beautiful,” he said suddenly, his dark eyes locked with hers.

Her werewolf purred so loud it rumbled out of her chest.

She blushed, embarrassed.

Seriously! Get yourself under control or you’ll be grounded, Zamorra reprimanded. She had only had to ground her werewolf once, prohibit her shift for a few days, and that was when she had lashed out and attacked theirhumanlandlord. That was a disaster to fix.

You can’t ground me, I’m not a child.

You’re acting like one.

Am not.

“Zamorra?”

She blinked. Was that the first time he’d ever said her name? She liked it almost as much as Little Alpha. “Yes?”

“Are you alright? You zoned out there for a minute.”

She straightened in her chair, giving the handsome vampire in front of her full attention. “Sorry, she can get a bit distracting sometimes.”

Luther cocked his head, a lock of his dark hair cascading over his face. “Can you talk to her? Does she understand what we’re saying?”

Zamorra nodded, excited that he was interested in that side of her. “Yes. It’s like having another consciousness in my head, one that can rip your face off with her teeth.”

He laughed, a deep hearty sound that brought a smile to her face. “I don’t doubt that. She’s truly magnificent.”

Her werewolf puffed up her chest, loving the attention Luther was giving her.

“Thanks. She certainly thinks so,” Zamorra joked.

Her eyes traced a faint scar on the outside of his neck that disappeared into the collar of his dress shirt. It must have happened before his vampire days, and it made her curious about his life before all this.

She gave him an inquisitive stare. “How old are you?”

Luther smirked. “Don’t you know it's impolite to ask someone their age?”

“That’s women and you know it. Come on, tell me. Are you. . . 1000 years old?” She knew he couldn’t possibly be younger than that. Not with the power he radiated.

He chuckled, his head shaking slightly.

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