Page 25 of Alpha Power

Zamorra looked into his eyes. It was a good question; one she had gotten a couple of times over her life. She herself had even asked her mother that exact same question once when she was little.

"I dunno," she answered honestly. "Just an anomaly in my genes, I guess." That's what her mother told her anyway. She also said it was an extremely rare trait that only a few shifters possessed.

"It give you any special powers or anything like that?"

"No," she snorted. "Though, that would be pretty sick, huh?"

"Fuck yeah it would," Darius laughed. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he took it out, glancing at the screen. His face lit up with excitement and he jumped to his feet. "Gotta go, Z. Got myself a hot Tinder date."

Zamorra raised her brows in surprise. "Vampires are on Tinder?" She wasn't expecting that.

Darius scoffed. "Shit yeah we're on Tinder. Makes it a million times easier to find dinner," he winked, licking his lips. "I'll catch ya later."

He blurred away, leaving her all by herself once more. She focused back on the TV screen and continued to infect her brain with the crazy drama of Australian television.

When the sun started to set, she left the main floor for the comfort of her bedroom. Since Luther wasn't here, she didn't want to bother dealing with the other vampires that were slowly starting to rise from their slumber.

Most of them were servants or soldiers, while others seemed to just be normal citizens staying here like it was a motel. They came and went without interacting with anyone except Luther and his Elite Guards.

At first, she was curious how so many vampires could live under one roof, especially when there weren't enough blood donors to match. Then, she saw the blood bags.

It was smart and something that had never occurred to her before, though it should have. She had just assumed all vampires drank straight from the source and then compelled their victim to forget or just simply killed them.

All vampires possessed the ability of compulsion. To be able to push their thoughts, wants and needs onto others. It didn't work on other supernatural’s which Zamorra was happy about, but it did work on their prey of choice. Humans. And it always came in handy whenever a little memory altering was required.

When she turned the corner into the servants wing, she ran smack into a wall of solid muscle, knocking her flat on her ass.

"Ooomff."

Her eyes snapped up to the large, immobile body that hadn't even budged from the impact. Roman.

The stoic vampire grunted. His hard face turned up in a frown as he offered her a big, burly hand.

She slapped it away, springing to her feet. "Watch where you're going, Muscles," she grumbled, stepping around the big brute.

Roman arched an eyebrow. "You ran into me." His voice was like granite, cold and void of any emotion.

He's got a point,her werewolf agreed.

I didn't ask you, did I?Zamorra snapped.

"Well, watch where you're standing then," she amended.

Roman looked down to where he stood in the middle of the hallway, his massive size 13 black combat boots dirty and scruffy, and then looked back at her. He took one giant step to the side, so he was pressed right up against the wall and then gave her a serious look.

She didn't think he was going to take her literally. "I was joking. Kind of."

He just stared at her.

Roman really was a big dude, easily three times her size in her human form and from what she could tell it was all hard, toned muscles. His black shirt stretched over his body so tight she was sure it would rip. Did they not make shirts in his size?

She wondered what he had done in his previous life. Weightlifter? Boxer? Roman presented an abundance of questions she was dying to get answers to, but she guessed that was because she was nosy and liked to be up in everyone’s business.

"Okay, well, carry on." Zamorra waved a hand in the air, taking a step towards her bedroom.

"Lord Darkova sent me."

She stilled, wrinkling her brows. "Who?"

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