Page 18 of Alpha Power

Her elbow cracked into the side of the werewolf’s face, forcing him off her. Enraged and full of fury, she slowly got to her knees and then crouched on all fours, baring her teeth with a frightening growl. The air thickened with the power of her raw dominance, making the werewolf in front of her whimper in fear.

A low-level Beta like him had no chance against an Alpha like her and he knew it. The fact he had managed to knock her down was an accomplishment on its own.

She could hear sounds of fighting in the distance and knew Cade had not come alone. She sensed the arrival of more vampires and was glad to know that for once, she wasn’t alone either.

Cade’s werewolf came barrelling towards her, dirt wafting into the air around him as he ran full pelt. She braced, digging her claws deep into the ground for stability. She would not back down. She would not run away. Her and Cade were going to settle this right now. He had hunted her long enough.

His gold eyes blazed with fury, and he leapt into the air, snapping his teeth viciously.

In a lightning blur, Luther was there. Power pulsed through him as he caught the werewolf in mid-air, one large hand wrapped around his throat. Luther bared his fangs, a terrifying snarl escaping his lips as he extended his claws and rammed his other hand into the sensitive flesh of the werewolf’s stomach.

The werewolf howled in agony. The rich, metallic scent of his blood reached her nostrils and she smiled.

“You should not have come back,” Luther said in a cold, disembodied voice. She shivered at the menace lacing his tone.

In one fluid motion, Luther flipped him onto the ground, face up. He plunged his other clawed hand deep into the werewolf’s stomach, making him howl again in pure agony. Flesh ripping, muscles tearing, sinew shredding, bones snapping, Luther started to violently pull the werewolf apart with his bare hands.

Everything froze. Time stood still. Everyone stopped moving to watch wide eyed at the sheer strength and masculinity of the ancient vampire before her. She had never met a being so powerful. It made her body thrum with excitement. She thought Cade’s dominance and power was enticing? He had nothing on Luther.

Growling and snarling, Cade’s werewolf clawed, cutting deep into Luther’s skin trying to get free but Luther was relentless. With a mighty roar, Luther yanked his arms apart, shredding the werewolf in two.

His body, now lifeless transformed back into human form. Cade was now in two pieces, torn apart at the waist. His organs and intestines spilled out onto the ground, his blood staining the grass a dark red. A look of shock and horror was permanently etched onto his face.

She stared into his cold brown eyes and smiled.

Silence quickly followed, the only thing she could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing and erratic heartbeats.

She rose to her feet as Luther turned to face her.

He was covered head to toe in blood and gore. His expensive suit ripped to shreds, his skin already healing from Cade’s attack. His eyes blazed red, fangs drawn, he looked truly terrifying. Like something out of a nightmare.

Everybody was frozen in fear and shock, werewolf and vampire alike. They stared wide eyed as the powerful vampire stepped over the body he had just ripped apart with seemingly no effort. He straightened his tie and adjusted his cufflinks before cracking his neck to the side and then he pinned that powerful gaze on the werewolves still in his territory.

The werewolves whimpered. Fear coated their scents and they all slowly backed away. Quick as lightning they spun and ran off into the forest.

She felt Zamorra reach for control, and she shifted.

Zamorra blinked, adjusting to the world through her human eyes. Luther stood in front of her, still seething with anger. His eyes locked onto the blood dripping down her naked body and his expression darkened. He slipped out of his dark, suit jacket, what was left of it anyway, and handed it to her.

She covered herself.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice tight.

“I’m good, thanks.” Zamorra nodded towards Cade. “That was pretty impressive.”

Luther didn’t even bother looking at the dead werewolf at his feet. His eyes were still on her, taking in every detail.

“Oh my, Luther!” A shrill voice called out. Ophelia blurred to their side in an instant, almost knocking Zamorra off her feet.

Please, please let me bite the bitch, her werewolf growled.

Not yet.

“You shouldn’t have gone ahead on your own! You should have waited for us!” Ophelia ran her manicured hands all over his body, searching for injuries. Which was fucking stupid. He was a vampire for God’s sake. An ancient one at that. Whatever injuries he did have, healed only seconds after he got them. She saw it with her own eyes.

Ophelia grasped his face with her hands and pulled his head down until he was level with her, breaking eye contact with Zamorra. She ran a hand lovingly over his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “I was so terrified for you, my maker,” she purred.

Zamorra rolled her eyes and walked away. She wasn’t going to stand there and watch that shit. Especially not when she could feel her werewolf start to get angry at the sight of Red and Luther.

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