Page 17 of Alpha Power

By joining a House, you were under the protection of said House, meaning if other supernatural’s wanted to harm you, they had to take on the entire House to get to you. Mages had covens, shifters packs, and demons’ coalitions. Each one had their own way of doing things, so she didn’t have a lot of information about them, just her own. And even then, her knowledge was extremely limited. She knew only what her parents told her.

Zamorra nodded. She could understand that. Ever since her parents were killed, she’d been on her own. Passing each day with nothing but her thoughts and her werewolf to keep her company.

The large iron-wrought gate swung open as they drew closer, creaking like something out of an old school horror film. Darius nodded to the vampire soldiers on duty, thanking them.

“What’s the deal with Red?”

He frowned. “Who?”

“Ophelia.”

“Oh.” His brows wrinkled in concern as he looked at her. “I’d stay away from her if I were you. She has a bit of a temper.”

Her werewolf laughed. She’d love to see Ophelia’s temper compared to hers. She had a feeling it wouldn’t even be on the same scale.

“Is Luther really her maker?”

“Yes,” he sighed, “and it’s given her a massive superiority complex. She’s the only one he’s ever turned, and she loves to rub it in our faces any chance she gets.”

Zamorra wasn’t surprised. She seemed like the type.

“Watch yourself around her. She gets jealous whenever Boss Man spends time with other females. I heard she got rid of a couple just coz she didn’t like em’.”

I’d love to see the bitch try something.

Me too,Zamorra agreed.

“Are her and Luther a thing?” She kept her voice light, even though the very idea of Luther and Red together turned her stomach.

Darius scoffed. “She wishes. He’s never shown any romantic interest in that ice queen. Which pisses her off to no end.” He smiled, his face lighting up with amusement.

Zamorra laughed. “I take it you don’t like her?”

“No,” he scowled. “She’s a grade-A bitch. She takes any opportunity she gets to torment us. The only one she doesn’t fuck with is Roman and that’s because-"

Zamorra snapped her head up, scenting the air. A spike of adrenaline shot through her as her eyes scanned the dark forest she had just come from. Something was there. She was sure of it. Whatever it was had triggered her predatory instincts and her instincts had never failed her.

“Zamorra? What is it?” Darius asked, twisting to look into the night.

Cade.

With an ear-piercing roar, Zamorra leapt off the ground, her clothes shredding from her body as she shifted seconds before she collided with Cade’s werewolf in mid-air.

In a fury of teeth and claws, they tore into one another, ripping the flesh right from their bones, neither one holding back. She had been dying to sink her claws into the obnoxious Beta and now was her chance.

They tumbled to the ground, one giant heap of muscle and fur. She didn’t want to risk getting pinned beneath him and she jumped back, crouching low on all fours. She could hear Darius call out to her, but she kept her focus solely on the werewolf in front of her. She couldn’t afford any distractions right now.

Cade’s werewolf was just as massive as her, maybe even a little bigger, with thick black fur and deep golden eyes. His razor-sharp claws dug deep into the dirt as he braced himself, ripples of his power and dominance flowing towards her, enticing her.

Whether she liked to admit it or not, she was attracted to dominance and sometimes she didn’t care where it came from.

Curling his upper lip back, Cade’s werewolf snarled and pounced, claws outstretched and face contorted in rage.

She ducked underneath his massive body and latched onto one of his legs with her large teeth. Locking her jaw, she twisted and flung his body through the air.

Someone rammed into her from the side with the force of a freight train, tackling her hard to the ground. She landed flat on her stomach, dirt wafting up her snout from the impact and making her sneeze.

A set of wicked sharp canines lodged deep into her shoulder, making her howl in pain. She pulled as much power as she could, feeling Zamorra lend her her strength as well and spun. The werewolf’s teeth tore out a chunk of her shoulder, but she gritted her teeth and ignored the pain.

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