Page 6 of Alpha Power

Hmm, maybe she could have a bit of fun around here. She never spent much time with vampires before. Okay... none at all. She wasn’t sure what they were even like. There were rumours that floated around, but you could never believe rumours.

Zamorra joined Luther at his side, despite the death glare Red was sending her way. “So, who are you anyways?” She knew he was someone important. The fact he had other vampires prepared to do his bidding and the pure power she could feel emanating from him proved that, but she wasn’t exactly sure who he was.

Luther stilled, his minions at his back doing the same, giving her looks of disbelief. “You don’t know who I am?”

She shook her head, her long, silver hair flowing over her shoulder. “Nope. Should I?”

“Yes,” Red scoffed.

“You entered into a Pledge of Servitude without knowing who you were pledging too?” Luther asked, his gorgeous face scrunching up into an adorable frown.

Probably best not to let the ancient, powerful vampire know we find him adorable,her werewolf rumbled.

You think?!

Zamorra shrugged. “It didn’t really matter who you were, to be honest. Anything was better than going with Cade. That dude is fucking crazy.”

She continued walking, heading to the huge mansion in front of her. Part of her was super excited to check it out. She had never even been near something so big and ostentatious before. Would she get to live like a rich bitch for once?

“What were they going to do to you?”

She turned at the sound of a new voice, locking eyes with the brown haired, brown eyed vampire.

“What they do to all female werewolf shifters - breed us.”

He wrinkled his brows. “Against your will?”

Her werewolf scoffed and Zamorra had to work hard not to do the same. She didn’t want to risk antagonising the one vampire who was making an effort with her.

“Yes, against my will.”

The vampire stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “I get the feeling they wouldn’t have been able to handle you anyway.”

“You’re probably right,” she smirked.

“I’m Darius.” He extended his hand and Zamorra shook it. She tried not to read too much into the fact that her body had no reaction to the gorgeous vampire in front of her, yet with Luther it was like an electric shock had run through her entire body.

“Zamorra,” she replied, taking her hand back and wiping it on her jeans. “Nice to meet cha.”

She wasn’t a clean freak or anything like that, but she did have a thing about touching others, personal space and all that.

The other vampires kept their distance, but their eyes were plastered firmly on her, watching her every move as they made their way up the long cobblestone driveway. Red eyes emerged from the darkness all around her, too many to count and she quickly realised that if she had even made it to the house, these guys probably would have stopped her. They lurked in the shadows, moving around them without making a single sound. Watching, always watching.

“Hey Mad, don’t be your usual douchey self and come say hey to our new Neophyte.”

Zamorra scrunched her nose. “Neo-what?”

“Neophyte. Newbie.” The lean, slender vampire stepped up to their side and smiled, flashing his fangs. “Maddox,” he introduced, extending his hand.

She eyed it suspiciously but gave it a quick shake. She pulled her hand back quickly and stuck it behind her back. Her fist clenched and unclenched rapidly, and she shook it out. She didn’t like to be touched, even for something as simple as a handshake. She had a thing about personal space, even walking side by side with these guys was making her uncomfortable, but she’d ignore it.

“Hey. Zamorra,” she greeted.

He was just as handsome as Darius, surprise surprise. His green eyes were completely mesmerising and seemed to sparkle in the moonlight surrounding them.

“Welcome to the gang.” Maddox gave a small bow. His eyes darted to Darius and a cheeky grin quickly took over his face.

Zamorra narrowed her eyes between them. Alright, that was a tad suspicious. She would have to keep an eye on them.

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