Page 35 of Alpha Power

Don't be nervous. We got this, her werewolf sent a pulse of positive energy through their bond, giving Zamorra a boost of confidence.

Luther and his Elite Guards were standing in the foyer when she arrived, dressed in their usual dark, expensive suits. His eyes shot to her the second she stepped into the room, flashing a bright red.

The memory of their heated kiss blazed through her mind, the feeling of his hand on her nape so vivid she felt like it was still there, his thumb caressing her skin.

Luther walked forward, each step powerful and graceful. He offered her a hand, his gold ring glittering under the light of the chandelier.

Zamorra held his dark gaze as she slipped her hand into his.

"You look beautiful," he said as he led her towards the front door, his deep voice making goosebumps appear on her skin.

"So do you," she blurted. "I mean, you look handsome." She nodded emphatically. "Yes. Handsome."

He chuckled and lowered his lips to her ear. "Thank you."

Ophelia scowled as they walked past, her jaw clenched and eyes shooting rays of hate. Zamorra was almost inclined to give her a snarky smile but thought better of it. She needed to focus, not concern herself with the likes of the bitchy, red-headed vampire.

Axel nodded in greeting, opening the front door for them.

Luther placed a hand on the small of Zamorra's back, ushering her outside into the crisp night air. She took a deep breath in, enjoying the variety of different scents bombarding her senses.

Darius was standing on the cobblestone driveway next to a dark SUV, holding the passenger door wide open. He gave her a long, low whistle, his brown eyes running the length of her body. "Who woulda thought you'd clean up so well."

Luther growled, his massive body tensing at her side.

Darius paled. "I-I was talking to you, Boss."

"No. You weren't," Luther grunted, his hand moving to cup the back of her neck as he led her to the car.

Zamorra chuckled. "You do clean up good, though," she noted, her eyes darting down to his powerful frame.

The edges of his lips curved up in a smirk, red flickering through his dark eyes. He pointed to the car. "In."

She rolled her eyes. "You could try asking. It works wonders."

"Why ask when I can demand?"

Darius climbed into the driver's seat, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the both of them. He started the car, pulling out and heading for the main gate. Another dark SUV followed close behind filled with his other Elite Guards.

"You remember what to do?" Luther asked as Darius merged on to the main road and headed away from the Mansion of Death.

Zamorra nodded. "Find the dealer, get him outside. Easy peasy."

Luther narrowed his eyes. "You better be taking this seriously," he said, voice firm. "That place is going to be crawling with dangerous supernatural’s and we won't be able to come in to help you if you get yourself into trouble."

Zamorra arched an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'd even need your help?" She had spent years living on the streets, running from Barnabas. She knew how to get herself out of trouble, physical or otherwise.

"You needed it with your werewolf friend."

She scowled.

He's right, you know,her werewolf rumbled.

Again, I didn't ask you for your opinion,Zamorra snapped.

Jeez, someone's a cranky pants today.

"So, how long have you been Regent for?" She asked, changing the subject.

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