Page 19 of Alpha Power

“Hey, Z!”

She turned her head. Was that for me?

Is there someone else here that has a name starting with Z?

Zamorra scoffed.Someone thinks they’re funny.

I’m fucking hilarious.

Darius and Maddox joined her at her side. Despite the fact their clothes were shredded, and they were covered in blood, they looked like they had fared pretty well.

Part of her felt a little guilty. These werewolves were here for her. Had one of the vampires been killed, it would have been her fault. Granted she didn’t really care about the majority of them, but she could admit she’d be a tad upset if the playboys got hurt. She kinda liked them.

“Hey guys.”

“You all good, pretty?” Maddox asked, eyeing her.

“Fine,” she replied with a tight smile. She didn’t want to admit how much pain she was in from her shoulder. She would heal, but it would take time. “Just need to lie down for a bit.”

“Want some company?” Darius winked.

Yes. Luther.

Stop it!Zamorra hissed.

She would have to do something about this infatuation her werewolf had with the ancient vampire. It wasn’t good. The display of pure power he just exhibited wasn’t really helping things either. If anything, her werewolf was now more obsessed with him.

“You could come to my room and I can take a look at that shoulder for you. I could smell your blood from across the front yard,” Darius smirked cheekily and gave her an over exaggerated wink.

Zamorra would admit that she found him humorous. He seemed to hit on anything that bloody moved but she wasn’t interested, and she had a feeling he wasn’t either. For some reason she got the impression this was just what he did. Hit on people, say cheesy pick-up lines, make crazy innuendos. By the way Maddox rolled his eyes in the background, she was right.

She gave him a sweet smile. “Oh, I really wish I could but I just don’t want to.”

Maddox choked on a laugh as she spun and left Darius with his mouth hanging open. Zamorra didn’t think he got rejected very often.

I’m hungry again,her werewolf grumbled.

Zamorra sighed. Great.

She was pissed. Yeah, she was grateful to Luther for coming in and saving the day. Truth be told, she probably could have taken Cade herself, but instead she got to sit back and watch him get torn in two. That was way more fun and a hell of a lot more exciting.

But then the sight of Ophelia draped all over him had made her anger spike all over again. Why did she even bloody care? He was a vampire; she was a werewolf. It’s not like anything could ever happen between them. And that seemed to piss her off even more. Not to mention the fact she had only just met the bloody man. She’d had. . . what, two, three conversations with him. Why did she already feel so strongly towards him? It made no sense.

She trudged up the steps and into the mansion. Margaret blurred into the foyer the second she stepped in, a concerned look on her face.

“You’re hurt,” she commented, her eyes flashing red.

Zamorra turned her head and looked at her shoulder. It was pretty nasty; a massive chunk of her flesh was gone and you could even see a bit of bone. Her body was aching, completely riddled with bite marks and scratches, and she could feel a wicked bump on her forehead.

“It’ll heal,” Zamorra shrugged. She might not have the super-fast healing vampires had, but she did heal faster than your average human. Her body should be back to normal by tomorrow.

Margaret pursed her lips. “You need to be more careful.”

“I’ll try to remember that the next time a bunch of werewolves attack me,” Zamorra snapped, walking away.

“Watch the attitude, young lady,” Margaret chastised.

Zamorra froze. That was exactly what her mother used to say to her whenever she got a little bitchy. She quickly shook off that overwhelming feeling of deja vu and turned back around. “Sorry,” she grumbled.

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