Page 138 of Alpha Power

Stop mouthing off then,her werewolf snapped.

She laughed.Can't help it.

"You're so fucked," Zamorra barked harshly. "Once your maker finds out what you've done, attacking a member of Luther's House, you're dead."

Leilani licked the blood off her knuckles, a creepy, sadistic smile crossing her lips. She took a step forward, raising a hand and Zamorra tensed, preparing for another blow but instead she caressed Maddox's face softly. "But that's not what happened, is it my love?"

Maddox leaned forward into her touch and closed his eyes, exhaling in bliss. "No, my sweet."

Zamorra reeled in shock. Maddox and Leilani?! What the fuck?! She shrugged off the weirdness and tried to focus on the problem at hand.

"Are you blind to all the witnesses in front of you? They all know the truth! Unless you plan to kill everyone in this room, they'll tell Luther what really went down."

Reaching into her coat, Leilani pulled out a gold ring and swished it around her index finger. "No. They won't."

That ring. It was Luther's, the one she'd seen him use countless times to compel people.Thatwas her plan? To compel them all to forget what really happened? Fucking genius, as much as she hated to admit it.

"That's not yours," Zamorra growled. "How did you get it? If you hurt Luther, I swear to any higher power there is on this Earth I'll fucking end you."

"Aw, how sweet," Leilani snarled. She gripped Zamorra by the hair and yanked her head back. "Let's get something straight. Luther ismine.Always has been, always will be. If I didn't have to hand you over alive, I'd rip your fucking throat out."

Zamorra lowered her brows in confusion. What the hell was she talking about?

"But you do, Miss DuMont, so tread carefully," a deep, familiar voice echoed.

Zamorra stilled. That voice. No, it couldn't be. And yet, there was no mistaking it. No forgetting it.

She sensed a powerful, dark presence, one that made her skin crawl and fear invade her body like a foreign parasite. "Barnabas," she trembled, eyes widening in shock as the man she feared all her life stepped in front of her.

With his mouth curling into a dark, menacing smile, Barnabas stepped close and slowly lowered to his haunches, studying her like she was the most important thing in the room. The most intriguing.

His brawny hands dangled over his knees, his knuckles stained red and dripping with blood. Silver bled into his blue eyes and his smile grew even wider, more frightening. "I knew it," he whispered. He tilted his head to the side, running his eyes over her face. "You've got her nose, did you know that?"

He reached out to touch her and Zamorra recoiled in disgust. "Get the fuck away from me," she hissed nauseatingly, trying to get as far away from him as she could. "Don't fucking touch me."

She was terrified that if he touched her again, that agonising howl and blinding pain would return and completely consume her, like it almost did before.

Maddox shook her roughly in warning, making her head whip back and forth and she grunted in pain and annoyance.

Barnabas tsked disappointingly and shook his head. "That attitude though, that will need adjusting."

A deep, ferocious growl burst from the centre of her chest and her eyes blazed silver, burning hot inside her head.

Barnabas stiffened and growled right back, his own eyes flashing silver in response and his werewolf pushed a wave of dominance outward, demanding her submission.

He expected her to back down, to submit to the power behind him but she wouldn't. The power of an Alpha werewolf flowed through her body, like the blood pumping in her veins and she raised her chin, defiance sparking in her eyes.

Barnabas smiled, genuinely impressed with her stubbornness. "An Alpha. I shouldn't be surprised and yet… I am."

"Fucking great," she sneered. "My life's mission is now complete. I've managed to impress the great Barnabas fucking Baxter."

He narrowed his eyes, anger flashing on his face. "We'redefinitelygoing to have to do something about that attitude of yours. A lesson in respect is clearly needed, something Orion failed to teach you, I see."

"Don't. You. Dare talk about my father," she snarled, thrashing her body to try and claw at his face, but Maddox's grip was ironclad.

Scoffing, Barnabas rose to his full height. "That sorry excuse for a Beta was not your father."

Zamorra stilled, her brows lowering in a confused frown.

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