Page 27 of Alpha Power

Why indeed? She wasn't entirely sure herself why she wanted to know. All she did know was that she noticed how isolated he was from the other vampires. How they seemed to want nothing to do with him, or maybe it was the other way around, she wasn't sure. But she got the impression no-one really knew Roman, or much about him, and she wanted to change that.

"Because I have this feeling you don't tell anyone anything about yourself and that's sad. One person should know who you are, or at least, something about you," she shrugged and started looking through the hangers at the dresses. If he didn't want to share, she couldn't force him.

Roman stared at her for a long moment until eventually he walked back to her side. "I like. . . pickles." He scrunched his face up, like saying those few words caused him pain.

Zamorra blinked. It hadn't been what she was expecting but still, he shared. She gave him a beaming smile. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

He scowled and stomped off.

"I like pickles too!" She yelled, widening her stride to catch up with him. "And sour cream, and cheese, and tomatoes. . . " She continued to list all the foods she liked, hoping to keep him in, what seemed to her, a good mood, until he picked up a bunch of random clothes and shoved her into a dressing room. Rude.

After trying on a couple of outfits, she couldn't find anything that she liked, so she moved on to the next store. And the next, and the next. For hours they flittered from store to store, Roman stomping and growling at her side while she searched for a decent outfit.

"Come on, Muscles. Let's try Glassons. They've always got good shit in there." She clasped his hand and started tugging him along, much to his dismay.

A group of young girls caught her attention, and she halted. They were in the middle of the shopping complex dancing, while a phone rested up against a store window, recording them. Zamorra knew straight away what they were doing. They were making a Tik Tok.

God, she missed having a phone! It felt like it had been forever since she held that small device. Fuck Cade and his insistence on hunting her far and wide. That fucker was the one responsible for making her lose it. She could easily spend hours scrolling through Tik Tok, cracking up at the ridiculous thing’s humans did in their spare time. They were an odd, but hilarious bunch.

Roman frowned, eyeing the young girls with suspicion as they passed by. It made her laugh.

"Relax, Muscles. They're just doin' a Tik Tok."

"Tik Tok?" His gravelly voice repeated in confusion.

"Yeah, you know. . . Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna. . ." She waved a hand through the air, waiting for him to finish the rest of the song but he just stared at her with a blank face. "This is where you say, 'chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies'."

"Homie? What is a homie? Is that young people talk for a gang or something?" Roman grunted and she snorted with laughter.

"Ahem, sorry," she coughed, clearing her throat. "A 'homie' is just another way to say 'friend'."

"Why not just say friend?"

"Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my friendsssss?" She sang, cringing. "That doesn't sound as good, does it?"

He grunted.

"Go ahead, give it a try."

"I would rather not."

"Either sing it or I'll show you a bunch more. I'll even do the dances that go with it."

His face morphed into a mortified expression. "There are dances?"

Zamorra smiled evilly. "Uh-huh. Quick! Before I bust a move." She tucked her hands under her armpit, prepared to do the chicken dance right here, right now, in the middle of the complex surrounded by humans.

Roman glanced around with unease, his eyes darting left to right like he was looking for a way to escape her. She arched an eyebrow and he finally gave in.

He quickly sang the song, cringing when a gorgeous woman walking by looked at him like he'd completely lost his rocker.

Zamorra covered her mouth and snickered. "That was. . . ahem, good. Real good."

Roman glared and walked away.

"Hold up! Slow down! You're walkin' too fast, big man," she called out as she ran to catch up with him.

After a couple more hours of trying on clothes and fending off horny females from trying to climb Roman like a bloody tree, she finally found an outfit and they headed back to the car.

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