Page 31 of Alpha Power

"Based on the claw marks on her throat, I'd say you attacked her first," Darius retorted.

"You're out of line, Neophyte," Ophelia growled, her eyes blazing.

"Maybe," Darius shrugged, "but she's only been here two days and I already like her a hell of a lot more than I like you." Darius extended his own claws and crouched low preparing to attack.

The air thickened with tension as the hostility between Ophelia and Darius continued to build. Power swirled around the room, so thick Zamorra could feel it on her skin, taste it on her tongue. The lights in the house flickered, the walls began to shake as more and more power was unleashed between them.

Maddox watched on silently, his green eyes keeping stock of the other vampires in the room. He was prepared to jump in if necessary.

Ophelia slowly stalked forward, her eyes wild and focused solely on Darius. She wouldn't let the bitch get that far. She'd kill her first. Permanently. She'd never had anyone defend her like that before, except for her parents, and she wasn't going to let Darius die because of it.

"Ophelia," Luther's deep voice called out as he entered the room, Roman at his side.

He was brimming with power, so much that Zamorra felt it from where she stood. Her eyes traced his powerful jawline and those thick luscious lips, before she locked eyes with him.

There was no sign of the fun, flirty, vampire from this morning. No. He was cold, emotionless.

"What's going on?" He asked, stepping to their side.

Ophelia immediately went on the offensive. "She attacked me, Luther!" She cried, her hand moving to touch the blood dripping down her face. "That-that mutt, threw me across the room and broke my neck for no reason!"

Darius went to speak, his eyes narrowed and mouth opening to protest but Luther raised a hand, silencing him. He turned his dark gaze her way. "Is this true?"

"In a way," Zamorra said evasively. She wasn't a tattle tale. The way she saw it, she'd gotten even by bitch slapping her, so there was no need for it to go any further, as much as she would like it to.

"See!" Ophelia shrieked. "I told you, Luther. She's crazy."

"That last part is at least true," Zamorra chuckled.

"So, you're saying the rest of it isn't?" Luther asked, arching an eyebrow.

Roman gave her a critical look, his blue eyes darting to the claw marks on her throat before he scowled. "What happened to your neck?"

Zamorra touched her throat absently. "Nothing. I like it rough."

Maddox choked on a laugh while Darius elbowed her in the ribs. "Why are you lying?" He hissed.

"Yes, why are you lying Little Alpha?"

Zamorra sighed. "Does it really matter what happened? She got me. I got her. We're even."

"We're not even!" Ophelia barked. "You broke my neck."

"You deserved it and you know it," Zamorra snapped, her eyes flashing silver. Her werewolf was running out of patience. Quickly.

Ophelia sneered. "Why you-"

"Enough!" Luther boomed, his voice echoing throughout the house. A pulse of raw power seeped into the air, making everyone tense.

Maddox and Darius took a noticeable step back, away from the four of them, their faces pale and eyes wide. Zamorra couldn't blame them. Luther was scary on a regular day. Add in all this crazy power he was throwing around, and she could understand their retreat.

Luther looked to Ophelia. "You've been warned before about laying your hands on the servants, Ophelia."

"But-but Luther, she attacked me. I was just defending myself," she cried, pouting. She tried to reach out and touch him, but he raised a hand, stopping her.

"You've also been warned about lying to me. Would you like to rethink what you just said?"

Ophelia dropped her hand and narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching in anger. It was the first time she'd ever seen Ophelia look at Luther with something other than love and affection. "You believe that dog over me? You don't even know her!"

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