Page 81 of Alpha Power

Arturo placed a glass down in front of her and sat down, leaning back comfortably into the couch. "You look nervous," he commented, eyeing her.

"I am," she replied, honestly. Because truthfully she was, just not for the reasons he thought. "I haven't done this-" she gestured between the two of them "-kind of thing before."

"What? Hang out with a guy?"

"Trade sex for drugs. That's what you meant on the phone, wasn't it?"

Arturo smirked. "It was indeed. I've got more than enough money to last me a lifetime, but you?" Desire sparked in his eyes as he stared openly at her body. "I've never had a werewolf before." He took a sip of his drink and then placed it on the coffee table, cocking his head.

"What can I say? I'm a commodity."

Zamorra got to her feet and pushed the table away so she had more space to work in. Arturo went to stand but she shook her head, a seductive smile on her face. He arched an eyebrow and leaned back, his arms moving to rest on the back of the couch as he widened his legs.

Raising her hand, she slowly undid her hair, letting it tumble down her back. Her scent wafted to him, making him close his eyes and inhale deeply.

Now.

Spinning on her heels, Zamorra kicked Arturo straight in the chest. The couch tipped over, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of surprise and pain.

Quickly climbing over the couch like a spider monkey, she pounced on him, punching him three times in the face in rapid succession. One, two, three. His head whacked against the hardwood floor with each blow, blood pooling in a puddle all around them as he groaned. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he quickly passed out.

She halted her fist in the air before she struck again, eyeing him suspiciously.

One more for good luck?

Zamorra shrugged a shoulder. Why not? Striking hard, her fist cracked into his cheek, shattering a few of his teeth.

Satisfied, she stood to her full height with her hands on her hips. Now what?

Now we take him outside to Luther.

Right.

Moving to his head, she grasped an arm in each hand and started to pull him towards the door.

Need some help?Her werewolf asked, watching her struggle with amusement.

"No," Zamorra grunted, pulling sharply. "I can do it myself."

So stubborn.

Zamorra heaved with all her might, only managing to make his body slide a few feet across the floor.

I'm sick of watching this.

Power flooded down her arms so quickly she didn't have time to adjust herself before she pulled again and she landed flat on her ass. "Ah, goddamn it," Zamorra cursed. "You did that on purpose."

Maybe.

Now that her body was brimming with the power of her werewolf, she picked up Arturo's limp body and flung him over her shoulder with ease.

She tapped her earpiece. "Got him. Coming out."

I'm gonna get you back for that,Zamorra hissed.

Bring it on.

When she opened the door, Luther, Void, Maddox, and the two vampire soldiers - Vamp One and Vamp Two, she liked to call them - were standing on the front lawn, waiting for her. As she went to step out, Arturo's body glowed a bright red and then shot off her shoulder with unbelievable speed, crashing into the wall behind her. A low groan tumbled from Arturo's lips as he slumped to the floor, but he remained unconscious.

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