Page 24 of Alpha Power

Luther’s eyes returned to her and all the heat she had seen earlier disappeared, as if it was never there. “Yes, Roman?”

“It’s Zvetari.”

Luther tensed, his eyes flashing a bright red. He cracked his neck to the side, rolling his shoulders back as he slowly got to his feet. It was such a smooth and fluid movement, like liquid, it made Zamorra drool. She had to quickly wipe her mouth to hide it but based on the snicker that came from Muscles in the corner, she knew he had seen it. Great. As long as Luther didn’t, she was good.

Luther adjusted his cufflinks and straightened his tie before giving her a charming smile. “Stay out of trouble. No ripping people’s faces off with your teeth.” He winked and then he was gone.

Zamorra stared at the empty space where his body was and smiled. She was really starting to like the ancient vampire and she wasn’t sure if she cared about the repercussions of it anymore.

Zamorra spent the day lounging around the mansion, hoping to catch another sight of Luther. She never saw him. Whatever Roman had pulled him away for was clearly important, and it made her curious.

Who was Zvetari? Was he friend or foe? A vampire like Luther, or something entirely different? And what the fuck did he say to her in that thick accent? It sounded like Italian, but she wasn't sure. If only she could remember exactly what he said, then she could Google it. But he had spoken so quickly and so fluently that all she'd heard was a bunch of beautiful syllables spilling out of those gorgeous lips.

She kicked back, relaxing in one of the many lounge rooms, watching a bit of TV and seeing the vampire maids on the day rotation bustle about the house, cleaning and organising.

They all pointedly ignored her, some of the female vampires giving her scathing looks. She just shrugged it off. She wasn't sure what their problem was.

She could hear Darius and Maddox argue non-stop about who was at fault for their current predicament somewhere in the house, their voices echoing to her. It made her laugh. They bickered like a bunch of school yard children.

The cold, quiet vampire - Axel - had made a brief appearance, poking his shaved head into the room she was occupying. Zamorra got the impression he was keeping an eye on her, but she wasn't sure.

She hadn't seen Ophelia all day, not since Cade's attack earlier that morning, and it made her nervous. Was she with Luther? Is that what's kept him occupied all day? Who knows? She sure as hell didn't and it was making her antsy.

"So, I gotta question," Darius said as he popped out from behind the couch, scaring the ever living fuck out of her and making her shriek so loud it hurt her ears.

She had been completely immersed in a TV show that she was watching. So much so, that she didn't even hear Darius enter the room or sneak up behind her.

The Bachelor. A drama filled reality program that she just couldn't help but watch on repeat. 20+ women, vying for the love and affection of one man. It was absolutely cringeworthy. A complete and total train wreck and yet she couldn't stop herself from binging every season when she had the chance.

"Fuckity fuck fuck," she hissed, placing a hand on her heaving chest.

She glared as Darius leapt over the back of the couch and took a seat right beside her, casually crossing his ankle over his knee.

He relaxed back into the couch, snatching the remote from her hands. "What the hell are you watching?" He scrunched up his face, unimpressed by her choice and changed the channel.

"Oi!" She barked, yanking the remote back and punching him in the arm. "Do you mind?" She quickly switched it back, glaring in frustration. "You touch that again and I'll strangle you with your own intestines."

Darius blinked, momentarily taken aback by her abrasive tone.

Satisfied that she'd gotten her point across, she focused back on the screen. "What are you doing in here anyways? Aren't you meant to be cleaning? Why are you bugging me?"

"How am I bugging you? I'm just chilling."

"Your presence bugs me," she grumbled. That wasn't necessarily true, but she was annoyed that he'd interrupted her during her show.

Darius either didn't hear her, or just chose not to acknowledge what she said. Instead, he shook his head at the TV. "Seriously, what is this shit?"

"Hey, don't diss my show."

"Put something decent on and I won't."

Zamorra growled and paused the TV. "What do you want, Dare? You're interrupting my 'me time' here."

He leaned back, resting his arms on the back of the couch. "I don't want anything. But I do gotta question for ya though."

"Hurry up and ask it then," she snapped, annoyed. She always got a little testy when people tried to talk to her in the middle of a show.

He waved a hand at her face. "Why do your eyes flash silver instead of gold, like other shifters?" He asked, staring at her intently.