Page 3 of Alpha Power

Suddenly the wind shifted, carrying a scent Zamorra knew all too well.

Vampires,her werewolf growled.

One glance at Cade and she knew he had scented them too. His entire body locked in place; the smell of his fear so strong she could taste it on the tip of her tongue. It made her smile.

Based on the way his pack mates quickly ran back to their Beta's side, she knew the vampires were right behind her. She could feel the presence of the new arrivals, their scent and power rolling over her like a wave.

She turned her body slightly, making sure to keep Cade in her line of sight as she took stock of the new threat.

A group of vampires stood in front of her, all dressed in identical dark clothing. They looked relatively the same; pale skin, red eyes and a set of wicked sharp fangs and claws. But, there was one who stood out from all the rest. From the amount of raw power she could feel emanating from him, she knew he was in charge, and he was old.

Ancient, her werewolf whispered.

Zamorra frowned. She sensed the awe her werewolf felt, and it made her a little bit nervous. She'd never felt something like this from her before.

The man stood tall, well over six and a half feet. His dark, tailored suit hugged every dip and curve of his coiled muscles, fitting him to perfection. He radiated pure power, so much that her werewolf couldn't help but perk up at all that strength and dominance he exuded. There was a dark, primal look to him that automatically put her on edge. He was dangerous for sure. Lethal. Deadly. Her inner alarm bells were going off like mad, warning her of the apex predator in her midst.

His shadowy, intense eyes locked onto her, calculating her. A million thoughts seemed to flick through his eyes as he studied her, and she tried not to squirm under his penetrating gaze.

She felt her body light up, a tingle running straight down her spine as she locked eyes with him. So many conflicting feelings all at once, it confused the hell out of her. Part of her knew that she should be wary of this man and probably even a little scared, but she wasn't. If anything, she was excited. Power excited her and whoever this vampire was he had more than any being she had ever met in her life.

"Zamorra," Cade growled, "get over here, now."

Her werewolf bristled at the clear command, a low growl slipping from her lips.

"Listen to your pack mate, Little Alpha." The vampire’s voice was deep and sensual, with a hint of an accent she couldn't quite place.

She looked deep into his eyes, despite the struggle it was to maintain eye contact. The Alpha in her refused to lower them in submission.

He was a regular Adonis. His face all sharp, sculpted lines. He had the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow along his chin and the sides of his face, thick luscious lips, a strong powerful jawline and beautiful dark eyes. A true God of beauty.

All vampires had natural sex appeal, but Zamorra felt like the vampire in front of her exuded something much more intoxicating.

He stood tall, power radiating from every aspect of him. She had never felt such raw, undiluted power before. It was like a drug. She felt it caress her skin and all she wanted to do was lie down and soak it all up.

Her body vibrated with excitement the longer she looked at him. Her pulse spiked, her face heated, and her heart started beating a million miles an hour. She had met other vampires before, but none had ever affected her in such a way. She'd never felt such a raw attraction to another person before, let alone a goddamn vampire! She was losing it. That was the only reason why she would find a vampire sexy.

It could be because he's just that sexy.

Shh!Zamorra snapped. She couldn't afford for her werewolf to distract her right now. She had a feeling she would need to always be on guard around the ancient vampire.

"He's not my pack mate. If given the chance, I'd love nothing more than to rip open his stomach and let my werewolf eat his insides."

Adonis arched one of those perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

"Zamorra! This game of yours is over. Those vampires will gut you. Come here. Now."

The werewolves at Cade's back growled in agreement.

Zamorra knew he spoke the truth. Vampires and shifters had a long-standing feud. They never got along, kind of like cats and dogs. For thousands of years, both sides killed each other mercilessly. Some of the most violent and bloodiest wars throughout our history were because of the vampires and the shifters. The few vampires Zamorra had come across had never paid her any mind, but she wasn't standing in the middle of their territory at the time.

Adonis and the vampire minions at his back definitely did not look happy to have a bunch of random-ass werewolves in their territory.

Zamorra knew they would either kill her or make her leave with Cade. If Cade got a hold of her, she would be forced to mate with not only him, but all the male werewolves in the pack and have their pups. She couldn't let that happen.

A thousand thoughts streaked through her mind all at the same time and she knew she had no other option. Oh, if her parents were alive right now they would kill her for what she was about to do. But it was better than the alternative.

She turned to face Adonis head on, giving her back to Cade and his werewolf posse. "I request asylum, in exchange for Servitude." She kept her voice strong and clear, making sure to display an air of confidence she didn't entirely feel.

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