Page 106 of Alpha Power

She refused to look at him. To acknowledge him. Let him see what it's like to be ignored. Despite the new information she just learned, despite the ache in her chest for Luther having endured such pain and betrayal, she was still mad. Raging mad. Half because he spent three days ignoring her and half because he thought she was too weak to defend herself against Leilani.

At that moment, she knew she needed to do something to prove to everyone here that she was strong and capable. She just didn't know what yet.

Roman's eyes flicked down to her again and the hidden meaning in his gaze was clear. Do not say anything about what they were just talking about. No problem. She could keep her mouth shut if she wanted too.

"No, my Lord. Nothing."

"They were discussing your relationship with Miss DuMont, my maker," Ophelia purred, smiling evilly.

Roman stiffened and his eyes darted to Luther with unease.

Zamorra glared at the red headed bitch. If Roman got punished because she decided to open her stupid mouth, Zamorra was going to make her pay for it.

"Oh?" Luther waved a hand, signalling for them to take their seats. Ophelia sat to his left, with Axel at her side and Darius right next to him. Roman was seated to his right, followed by Maddox, Void and then her at the very end. "And did you uncover the information you were looking for?"

Zamorra turned and locked eyes with him for the first time since he entered the room. Fucking hell. Why did he have to be so fucking hot? It made it so much harder for her to keep to her silent treatment when all she wanted to do was climb that powerful body like a jungle gym.

She drew on her inner bitch, which honestly wasn't that far from the surface, casually shrugged one shoulder and grunted, true Luther style.

Luther's jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, flashing a bright red.

Ohhh, he didn't like that. Good.

"Trouble in paradise?" Void snickered in her ear.

Zamorra stomped her foot down on top of his and glared.

Void winced and quickly yanked his leg back, banging his knee on the table at the same time. "I'll take that as a yes," he grumbled.

Margaret blurred to Luther's side the instant he sat down, offering him a glass of thick, red liquid. Luther preferred his blood in a glass, not a blood bag apparently.

Her body heated again, that tell-tale sign that Luther's powerful gaze was on her, but she didn't look his way.

With a growl of frustration, he waved the drink away and clicked his fingers instead. The three blood donors lining the far wall all stepped forward and made their way over to him.

They were identical in appearance. Young. Female. Human. They wore long white tunics that covered their entire body, flowing right down to their bare feet. Their hair was pinned in a neat up-do, leaving their necks exposed. They were all gorgeous, tiny five foot nothing little things, with beautiful clear skin and adoration on their faces.

During her stay she'd seen glimpses of the BDs (blood donors), mainly at dinner. Three of them stayed plastered to the wall at all times, in case the vampires wanted a taste of fresh blood with their meals.

In all that time, Luther never called them over. She had seen Ophelia, Darius, and even Roman use the BDs on occasion, but never Luther. He always preferred to mix a little alcohol with his blood. The fact he was calling them to his side now made her suspicious.

Zamorra focused on Roman. She didn't need to see the looks of ecstasy on the human’s faces when Luther took his fill.

She had never experienced a vampire bite before but she knew it could go one of two ways. Either pure pleasure, or pure pain. It was up to the vampire what they wanted their bite to feel like.

She heard rumours of how intoxicating their pleasure bite could be. Apparently, it was like a full body orgasm, every nerve inside them coming to life like an electric shock. Their pain bite though? Oh, she had witnessed the destructive horror of that one. That loud, piercing, blood-curdling scream as a vampire plunged its fangs deep into a mage’s neck. She would never forget that sound.

"What happened with Kylo? Did you end up finding his body?" She asked, ignoring the rush of anger that hit her as Luther picked up one of the young female’s wrists and brought it to his mouth. His lips parted and those sharp fangs slowly descended.

Sometimes, she seriously hated how good her periphery vision was.

A moan of pleasure ripped through the air, and she squeezed her fork so tight the metal groaned as it bent completely in half. Shit. She quickly slipped it into her lap and pretended it didn't happen.

"Yes," Roman answered, a slight quirk of his lips showing he saw what she had done. "His body was taken to the lab for testing."

"I've heard you guys talk about 'the lab' before, but I've never seen it. Where is it? Offsite?"

Another moan of pleasure reached her ears and she gritted her teeth. Was he doing this on purpose? Was he hoping to get a rise out of her? Fat chance of that happening. If she was dishing out the silent treatment, nothing could deter her.

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