Page 136 of Alpha Power

Silence greeted her and she pursed her lips. Where the fuck was everyone?

Maybe they all went with Luther? To meet with Zvetari?Her werewolf offered.

Maybe. Seems kinda strange he wouldn't leave someone behind though.

Zamorra shrugged and headed for the kitchen. As curious as she was about the whole thing, her rumbling stomach demanded attention. She couldn't think straight without food in her system.

Muffled groans coming from her left made her stop dead in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder in confusion.

Her instincts screamed for her to investigate, to follow this nagging feeling in her gut that something was off. From the moment she left the comfort of Luther's bedroom she knew something wasn't right but she ignored it, assuming it was leftover remnants from that weird nightmare. She always felt different after reliving that horrible night.

She moved to check it out, slowly putting one foot in front of the other and moving with extreme caution. She called on her werewolf's power, heightening her senses. She was on full alert. Whatever was going on, she was prepared. Ready.

Peering around the corner into the lounge room she froze, eyes going wide in shock.Thisshe was not prepared for.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

Roman, Axel, Darius and Margaret as well as all the vampire soldiers she noticed were missing were all bound and gagged, thick silver cuffs locked securely around their ankles and wrists. Layers of silver chains were wrapped around their heads, covering their mouths, burning deep into their skin and keeping them quiet, the only sounds able to leave their scalded lips being groans of pain.

Burnt flesh penetrated her nostrils, their whimpers tugging at her heartstrings as she ran into the room, taking in the scene with frantic eyes.

How was this possible? Luther's mansion was like an impenetrable fortress. Soldiers patrolled the grounds 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Some were in plain sight while others lurked in the shadows, their ability to blend into the darkness so great even she couldn't spot them. And yet, someone had not only managed to break in but subdue everyone in the building.

Zamorra sprinted to Margaret, dropping to her knees and moving to undo the silver cuffs around her wrists.

"Margaret, what the hell happened? Are you okay?"

Unfortunately, she couldn't respond. Not that Zamorra really expected her to. The chains burning into her face were preventing her from moving her mouth at all.

Her hands shook as she gripped the cuffs and tried to snap them in half.

Margaret groaned and cried out in pain.

"Argh, fuck. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Zamorra winced, slowing her movements.

Darius struggled at Margaret's side, flopping around like a fish out of water and mumbling behind his silver chains, trying to get her attention.

"Yeah, yeah I see you Dare. Gimme two seconds."

His eyes flicked behind her in fear and he motioned his head, telling her to turn around.

She tensed and spun quickly, crouching protectively over Margaret. She called on her werewolf's strength and power, a deep savage growl bursting from her chest.

Her body thrummed with adrenaline, sharp six-inch claws exploding from her hands. She was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defend her friends, even if it took her own life.

Instead of intruders, Maddox stood in the entryway, and she relaxed instantly.

"Oh Maddox, thank fuck. Quick, help me free them. Be careful though, they're covered in silver."

She turned back to continue helping Margaret, who screamed incomprehensibly and Zamorra tried to soothe her.

"It's alright, calm down. I'm gonna get you free. Just hold still for me. I can't do shit with you wriggling around so much."

"I'm sorry, Zamorra," Maddox said softly, coming up behind her and she frowned.

"Sorry for what?" She asked absentmindedly.

Before she could move another muscle, powerful clawed hands gripped her from behind, yanking her to her feet. A jagged blade was pressed hard to the base of her throat, cutting into her skin and making her bleed as she was dragged back, away from the bound vampires on the floor.

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