Page 9 of Alpha Power

Zamorra couldn’t help but scrunch her nose up at the ‘our Lord’ comment. Did they expect her to call him that? Fat chance of that happening. He wasn’t her Lord.

Margaret continued to lead her throughout the mansion, pointing out little odds and ends that helped make the household run smoothly. The place was beautiful - okay, it was absolutely fucking stunning, and she couldn’t believe this was going to be her home for the next five years.

“How many people live here?” Zamorra asked, following Margaret up a flight of stairs. Expensive oil paintings hung from the walls, her eyes traveling over them and admiring the beautiful pieces of art as they made their ascent.

“Right now, the number is at 43, including the staff and guests. Well, 44 now.”

Jeez. 43 vampires under one roof? That didn’t sound like a good time for a shifter. “Guests?”

“On occasion vampires come here if they need a place to stay for the night or are on the run from other supernatural’s. Our Lord has a separate building for them out the back and they come and go as they please. Most of the staff and the soldiers stay here, as well as the Elite Guards.”

“That’s the little minions Luther had surrounding him, right?”

Margaret’s lips quirked up. “Minions?” She chuckled. “I like that.” She turned left at the top of the stairs and Zamorra stepped into line behind her. “Yes, that’s them. They’re his personal guard and accompany him everywhere he goes, not that he needs them.”

Yeah, Zamorra didn’t think he really needed them either. Not with the amount of power she felt coming from him. He could probably kill them all without breaking a sweat.

“Here we are.” Margaret stopped and opened a door to her right. “Breakfast is served as soon as the sun goes down. If you’re not on time, you get nothing until lunch. So make sure you’re up. I don’t know what sleep schedule you’re on, but we operate on a vampiric one. Best to try and get adjusted right away. If you need anything, my room is at the end of the hall. Welcome to House Darkova, dear.” With that, she spun on her heels and promptly walked away.

Zamorra sighed in relief. She liked the old woman, but she was exhausted and desperately needed sleep. She walked in and shut the door. Usually, she would take the time to inspect her new home, but the aching feeling growing in her legs protested any exploration.

She eyed the bed with longing as she moved throughout the room.

Ooo, can we lie down for a second?Her werewolf rumbled.

“No. We both know if we do that, we won’t be getting back up.” As much as she was dying to rest her aching feet, she needed a shower. Bad.

Not this time. I swear. I just want to test how comfy that bed is.

Zamorra growled in frustration but did as her werewolf asked. She slipped out of her plain white shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. She wriggled her butt and bounced a few times on the spot, testing the durability. “It is pretty comfy.”

Her werewolf gave a smug smile. And then she fell asleep.

Wake up.

Zamorra moaned.

He’s here. Get up.

Zamorra rolled over, smashing a pillow over her head. She was still tired, and didn’t want to get up, despite her werewolf’s insistence.

A jolt of power shot straight through her, causing her adrenaline to spike. She bolted upright, her eyes snapping open in shock. She put a hand to her chest to try and steady her erratically beating heart and took a deep breath.

Seriously?!Zamorra growled.

I told you to get up.

When her eyes finally started to focus, she saw Luther standing in her doorway, a frown on his handsome face. “You’re still in bed,” his deep, husky voice made a shiver run down her spine.

He looked even better than he did yesterday. His black hair neat and tidy, slicked back and to the side and his dark, tailored suit snug against his muscular frame.

Zamorra looked down and sure enough, she was still wearing her dirty, smelly clothes from yesterday.

Her werewolf turned around in her mind and Zamorra narrowed her eyes accusingly at her.I fucking knew it.

Zamorra caught a glimpse of the outside world through the large window on the far side of the room and grimaced. It was pitch black. She snapped her eyes to Luther, who was watching her intently.

“Did I miss breakfast?”

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