Page 30 of Alpha Power

Wait. She wanted the satisfaction of putting Ophelia in her place in human form. She didn't need to shift to fuck her up.

With a snarl her werewolf retreated, but stayed just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce.

Ophelia gave a smug, satisfied smirk, thinking she had subdued her. Stupid. "Now, I'm only going to say this once," she growled, squeezing her hand and applying more pressure. "Stay away from Luther."

Her werewolf snapped her teeth.Let me out, she growled.

Just wait.

Zamorra started pulling power from her werewolf, letting it slowly build within her. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Red", she rasped.

Ophelia hissed, her green eyes flashing red with anger. "I know you're as dumb as a dog, so I'll spell it out for you. Nice. And. Slow."

Zamorra's body heated, the power flowing inside her continuing to build, making her shake with adrenaline. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists at her side, waiting for her opening.

"Do your service," Ophelia spat. "Mind your own damn business and stay the fuck away-"

Now.

With a growl, Zamorra jabbed Ophelia straight in the throat, making her choke and stumble back, eyes going wide in shock. Zamorra pulled all the power that had been building inside her and unleashed it all in one devastating hit. Stepping forward, she backhanded Ophelia right across the face, sending her flying across the foyer.

Her body hurdled through the air, a cry of surprise and pain leaving the vampire’s cold lips. A loud crack reverberated throughout the room as Ophelia slammed against the corner of the hallway. Her body immediately slumped to the ground, head at an odd angle and blood dripping from her forehead.

I think you broke her neck,her werewolf rumbled proudly.

Good.

The foyer flooded with vampires half a second later, all crouched and ready for an attack. When they saw Ophelia lying motionless on the ground, her head twisted the wrong way, they all turned to look at Zamorra, fangs bared in anger.

Uh-oh. Guess it didn't matter that she was a Servant of House Darkova, clearly vampires stick together.

"Let's kill the mutt," a female vampire hissed, taking a step towards her.

Zamorra recognised her as one of Ophelia's friends. A pretty blonde with a face that was probably nicer than her personality.

"Try it, and it'll be the last thing you do," Zamorra warned, malice dripping from her tone.

Her werewolf was at the end of her rope, her anger coiled so tight Zamorra felt like she was going to explode. She needed to calm her down before things got even more out of hand. But the vampires slowly stalking forward weren't helping matters, they were making them worse.

"I'm going to enjoy drinking the life right out of you," the vampire shrilled.

"Put a cork in it Ember, no one wants to hear your irritating voice." Darius glided into the foyer, followed closely by Maddox.

Ember bristled, baring her fangs in displeasure. She pointed an accusing finger at Zamorra. "She attacked Ophelia!"

"Knowing Ophelia, the bitch probably deserved it," Maddox chuckled, crouching beside Ophelia's motionless body. "Her neck is broken," he observed, cocking his head. "How hard did you hit her?"

"Not hard enough," Zamorra mumbled.

Ophelia's arms shot into the air, making Maddox shriek and stumble back. She grasped her head with both hands and began twisting it back the right way until there was a loud pop.

Her green eyes snapped open and she looked around the room in shock. When Ophelia caught sight of Zamorra and her not so subtle smug smile, she lunged. "I'll kill you!" she shrieked; hands extended to choke her again.

Darius immediately blurred in front of Zamorra, halting Ophelia dead in her tracks. He bared his fangs. "I don't think Luther will like you killing his new pet."

New pet? Zamorra scrunched her nose. She wasn't sure if she liked that or hated it.

Ophelia hissed, spit flying from her mouth. "That mutt attacked me."

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