Page 137 of Alpha Power

"Maddox! What the fuck are you doing?! Let go of me!" She yelled, trying to fight him off but each attempt made the blade sink further into her skin.

It burned her throat and she realised it was an iron blade.

Fucker,her werewolf snarled.

Roman, Axel, Darius and Margaret all struggled against their restraints, but the slightest movement made the silver cuffs restricting them burn even further into their flesh, right down to the bone.

Their skin sizzled like raw meat being chucked on to a hot barbecue. Smoke curled into the air, the horrible rancid smell quickly filling the room and harsh on her heightened senses.

Zamorra cursed loudly, continuing to struggle as Maddox forced her to her knees.

She wanted to shift, her werewolf pressing so hard against her skin that silver fur sprouted over her extremities, but she couldn't risk it. Shifting with a blade so close to her neck was suicide. She could heal from a lot of things but having her throat slit was something she couldn't come back from.

"Get the fuck off me!" Zamorra screamed, her face turning red in anger. "Why are you doing this?!"

Maddox didn't answer. Instead he pushed the jagged, iron blade further into her skin.

Heat seared her neck and blood trickled down her throat, making her wince in pain.

"Stop struggling. You'll only make it worse."

He's right,her werewolf growled, her body exploding with fury.Hold tight until we have an opening.

As hard as it was for Zamorra to do, she stopped fighting, relaxing her body and feigning compliance.

Maddox eased up slightly, just enough so that the blade stopped cutting into her skin but still touched her. A warning that if needed, he'd cut her again.

Anger roared inside her. She hated being subdued. It made her feel weak, powerless, and vulnerable. Three things she abhorred with every fibre of her being. Three things that were not in her nature to feel and yet they coursed through her body as thick and potent as the blood pumping through her veins.

Light footsteps echoed sharply around the room and Zamorra tried to turn to get a look at who was approaching, but Maddox thrust his blade under her chin, jerking her head back instead.

"Don't move," he warned.

"Argh, fuck alright," she hissed angrily. "You better pray I never get my claws on you, Maddox. Fucking pray. I'm gonna cut your dick off with a rusty, dull knife and feed it to you. Mark my fucking words," she vowed, voice dripping with venom.

That was a promise she was intending to keep. No matter what. She would make him suffer.

"What a disgusting, foul mouth you have on you," a light, feminine voice said from behind and she tensed.

Long legs perched in gorgeous white high heels came into her view and Zamorra tilted her head back, her eyes running up a perfect, thin body dressed in a stunning white pantsuit.

She snarled in annoyance. "Who invited the rich bitch?"

Leilani stepped forward and backhanded her so quickly she didn't even see it coming. Her head whipped back and she gasped in shock. Blood pooled instantly in her mouth and a few of her teeth were knocked free of their sockets, the roots ripped straight from her gums.

Bitch knocked out some of my teeth,Zamorra growled, pissed the fuck off.

She swished the blood around in her mouth, not all that bothered by the coppery taste, feeling her loose teeth moving around with the blood and she spat it out, aiming for those pretty high heels. It landed right where she wanted, staining her heels and the bottom of her no doubt expensive pantsuit.

Shrieking in disgust, Leilani stepped back, eyeing her ruined heels with fury.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Zamorra chuckled, smiling a bloody smile. "My pixie bestie could hit harder than that."

Leilani bawled her fists and bared her fangs, her eyes blazing red in anger. She was still the picture of beauty, her long blonde hair flowing elegantly down her shoulders and perfect, porcelain skin shimmering with some sort of make-up product.

She punched Zamorra right in the nose and it cracked, blood spurting out like an overflowing faucet.

Fuuuuck,Zamorra whined.Yep, that's broken. She broke my nose.

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