Page 100 of Alpha Power

Every day that passed, she was getting more and more frustrated with the language barrier between them.

"It's a beautiful language." Luther moved to her side, eyeing the pixie with suspicion. "I could teach you if you like."

Now that idea definitely sounded tempting, but she was still pissed that he just chose to ignore her and treat her like nothing just to fool Leilani. Whether he did it to protect her or not didn't matter. The only thing that did matter was the fact he didn't trust her enough to include her in his plan.

"Maybe," she mumbled in a non-committal tone, even though she had every intention of taking him up on that offer.

She always wanted to learn a new language. Right now, Margaret was teaching her Italian, which she wasn't very good at. It was a bit of a touch and go process. Maybe she would have better luck with Sylvan.

Luther frowned at her. "Why are you mad? I'm the one that got slapped in the face here."

"You got bitch slapped. And a man as smart as you should be able to figure out why I'm angry." Was she acting a little bitchy? Probably. Did she care? No.

If he couldn't understand why she was pissed off, she would just have to show him and then maybe, just maybe, he'd get it. Get that you couldn't just ignore someone like that and expect everything to be the same.

Zamorra turned her back on Luther and focused on Navi, who was continuing her tirade as if they had been paying attention to her the entire time.

Zamorra clapped her hands together. "Navi!"

The pixie froze, hands in the air. She turned her head to look at Zamorra and blinked. Her long, wavy red hair surrounded her like an elegant backdrop and brought out the colour of her green skin.

"Remember, charades." Zamorra tapped her temple twice and winked.

Navi nodded enthusiastically and circled in the air. She twirled a hand, tendrils of her pixie magic morphing into a miniature table and chairs. Tiny green, fluorescent people surrounded it like they were gathering for dinner.

Navi zoomed forward and pointed to her creation, then pretended to eat with gusto, shoving imaginary food into her mouth.

Zamorra's forehead furrowed. "Eat? You wanna eat?"

Navi nodded again and flew to Zamorra's side. With her tiny fingers, Navi gripped the fabric of the oversized shirt she was wearing and tried to pull her towards the door.

"Margaret has prepared some food for you downstairs," Luther translated while Navi spoke.

Zamorra's stomach rumbled so loud it made her wince in embarrassment. She cleared her throat and tried to shoo Navi off her clothes. "Food sounds good."

She stepped forward, heading for the doors, when Luther gripped her by the back of the neck, holding her in place. That tingling sensation she always got whenever he touched her shot through her faster than a speeding bullet and she tried to ignore it.

"How long do you plan to keep this up?"

She didn't have to ask what he meant by 'this'. She knew. Zamorra took a page from his book and just grunted in response. She reached back and gripped his hand, uncurling his fingers from her nape and stepped out of his reach.

Maybe she was overreacting, but she couldn't help how she was feeling and right now, she was still pissed that he ignored her. Kept her in the dark about what his plan really was.

"Little Alpha," Luther's deep voice called out as she stopped in the doorway. "I do not like to be ignored."

Zamorra held in the snort of indignation she wanted to expel and instead shook her head. She looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with him. "Neither do I." With nothing else to add, she walked ahead, leaving him standing in the middle of the room with a frown on his face.

"The Harry Potter and the audacity of this bitch!" Zamorra screeched as she ripped Luther's shirt from her body and tossed it over her shoulder.

Was her werewolf right? Did Luther see her as weak? Not capable of defending herself? Granted, her track record over the last week or so wasn't exactly her best. Luther saved her from both Cade and Vampire Zorro, but that's didn't mean she was fucking weak.

Her whole life had consisted of running, fighting, surviving. Just the idea of anyone,especiallyLuther finding her weak made Zamorra grind her teeth together.

"I mean seriously! It's not like I'm a freaking human. You wanna see weak? That's fucking weak," she ranted, tearing through her wardrobe for something new to wear. Luther's scent still clung to her skin and she both loved it and hated it all at the same time.

She plucked a shirt from a hanger and slammed the door shut. Heading for her dresser, she pulled out a pair of pants, muttering under her breath as she slipped on the new clothing.

Navi zoomed to her side when she finished dressing and sat snugly on her shoulder. She wrapped a tiny hand around tendrils of her silver hair and tapped Zamorra twice on the neck, signalling she was ready to go.

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