Page 86 of Alpha Power

Zamorra knew she shouldn't have done it, her mother told her all the time growing up that it was rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but she couldn't help herself.

Her hearing sharpened as she tapped into her werewolf's power and she honed in on Luther, blocking out her ranting uncle and focusing solely on his phone.

"-and what of her guards?"

She recognised that hard, gravelly voice. Roman.

"They're not to step foot inside my house, do you understand me? Keep them out."

"Yes, my Lord. Shall I just escort Leilani to your wing?"

"Yes. She's to remain under guard until I get there."

Their eyes locked as he hung up the phone and put it away, tension building between them.

Leilani. Zamorra couldn't stop her eyes from bleeding silver, the idea of that vampire goddess in Luther's wing, when she hadn't even seen the inside of that place yet, enraged both her and her werewolf.

"Darius, in the car. Everyone back to the mansion," Luther ordered. He climbed into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind him without another word.

Darius gave her a small smile as he jumped in and started the car.

Zamorra scowled at the taillights as the SUV drove further and further away, her anger rising deep within her. It started low in her belly, the feeling making her nauseous. It bubbled, like lava, growing and growing until she felt like she was going to burst from the inside out. It spread down her legs and toes, her arms and fingers. Rage, pure and simple.

Void grumbled something incoherent under his breath as he turned around, freezing instantly at the look on her face. All the contents in his hands immediately dropped to the ground and he jogged over to her.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?"

She couldn't get a handle on her rage. First, he flirts with her, then he kisses her, then he takes her out demanding to know her entire fucking life story only to ignore her the next day like she was nothing more than the dirt beneath his shoes?

"Zo?" Void shook her lightly and her eyes snapped to him blazing bright silver.

Her Werewolf was feeling the effects of her terrible mood and she sent a burst of love and affection through their bond, trying to help soothe her. It helped a little, but not much.

"What did I miss?" He whispered softly.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "Nothing."

Maddox cleared his throat and began walking down the street. "Come on, we need to go. Luther will expect us right behind him."

Vamps One and Two looked awkwardly at each other before following, their hands full of Void's stolen items. She had to guess they were Tyros, the newbies Darius mentioned earlier, and quite young too. No vampire with enough years on the clock would ever let a shifter tell them what to do.

"No." Her voice was unrecognizable, even to her.

Maddox stilled, turning slowly to face her. "What?"

"I said, no."

There was no quelling her temper right now, and she knew if she went back to that manor and caught a whiff of Leilani's scent, she would explode.

"But Luther said-"

"I don't give a fuck what he said." Void raised his brows in surprise at her words, a humorous smirk slowly gracing his lips. "I'm going out."

A little dancing and a lot of alcohol ought to improve her mood. She loved to dance.

"You heard the lady!" Void flung an arm over her shoulder, steering her in the opposite direction to Maddox. "You can just put that stuff in my tent, thank you gentlemen." He waved a hand in the air as they walked away. "Tell Lord Douche not to wait up."

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