Page 21 of Alpha Power

Maddox frowned, taking the other empty seat next to her, encasing her in a vampire sandwich. “Bonded?”

Zamorra got the impression they didn’t know a hell of a lot about shifters.

“Yeah. Bonded. Every shifter can partially shift any part of their body, but they have to be bonded fully to their creature first.”

Darius wrinkled his brows. “Aren’t they bonded already? It lives inside you for God’s sake. How much more bonded can you get?”

Zamorra laughed. “It’s not that simple. Just because they’re inside our bodies doesn’t mean we have full control over them. They’re intelligent, dominant creatures that have a mind and personality of their own. If they don’t find you worthy, they can be quite hard to deal with.”

Maddox studied her. “And yours finds you worthy?”

Zamorra let her hands partially shift to her razor sharp claws and raised them in the air. “You tell me.”

Ever since she was a kid she’d had a very good relationship with her werewolf, thanks to her father. They were bonded by the time she was 10. She remembered it vividly because it was the one and only time her father had told her he was proud of her.

Maddox inspected her claws, a smile crossing his face. “That’s pretty cool, I didn’t know you-” Maddox tensed, his eyes darting to the left before he abruptly stood, sending his chair crashing to the ground.

Darius scrambled to stand just as Luther breezed through the kitchen.

“My Lord,” they both greeted, bowing their heads slightly.

He was in another dark, tailored suit, except this one wasn’t ripped to shreds and stained with blood and gore. Zamorra genuinely wondered if he owned any other types of clothing. Based on what his vampire soldiers and Elite Guards were always wearing, and the clothes she had been provided, she highly doubted it.

Luther stared at Darius and Maddox before turning his powerful gaze towards her. Ophelia was nowhere to be seen and she was fucking glad. She didn’t want another front row seat to the Luther and Red show.

“Shouldn’t you two be on duty?” Luther arched an eyebrow and took a step into the kitchen.

They both paled and looked at one another.

“You said we weren’t on duty,” Maddox snapped

“No, you said we weren’t on duty!” Darius hissed.

Zamorra couldn’t help but laugh. They bickered like they were siblings, brothers who fight with one another constantlybut would be there for each other the moment shit went down.

They continued to argue, ignorant of the annoyed look on Luther’s face as their voices got louder and louder. Darius gestured wildly with his hands while Maddox kept jamming his fingers into Darius’ chest, until finally Luther broke it up.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

They both straightened and stood at attention, scowling at each other.

“I’m gonna beat your ass into the fucking stratosphere,” Maddox hissed out of the side of his mouth.

“Do you even know where the stratosphere is, dumbass?” Darius retorted just as quietly.

“Go do a perimeter check and then I want you to clean all the windows in the house,” Luther cut in between their bickering.

Darius dropped his jaw and Maddox grimaced. “Yes, my Lord,” they both parroted grimly before spinning on their heels and blurring out of the room.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Zamorra commented, continuing to try and clean the blood from her face and arms. It wasn’t going very well. She had a feeling she looked like a murder scene. Specifically, Carrie at prom.

Luther shrugged, his dark eyes staying firmly on her as he walked into the kitchen. The force of his gaze was like being hit with a truck, knocking the breath right out of her body.

Do you feel that?Her werewolf whispered.

Feel what?

All that power.

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