Page 29 of Alpha Power

If you tell me to calm down, I swear it's on. You know I hate being told to calm down.

When Zamorra was met with silence, she nodded smugly.That's what I thought.

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Calm down.

Zamorra shrieked inside her head and mentally shoved her werewolf. It might sound a bit strange, but it was normal for her. Her werewolf was this all-mighty presence she could feel inside her mind, moving like a parasite within her. If she wanted to, she could push that presence, nudge it like she would shove a person in the here and now. It was her own little way of bitchslapping her werewolf.

Roman looked at her confusingly as she stared off into space, arguing internally with her werewolf. All of this craziness was happening inside her mind. Did that make her a little bit nutso?

Zamorra's body heated and then silver fur burst out over her left arm. Her hand transformed to her werewolf's razor-sharp claws, and then that hand punched her straight in the tit.

"Ow!"

Just as quickly her arm was flung back down and her werewolf retreated, giving Zamorra back possession of her arm.

You asshole! That hurt.

It was meant to.

"Please don't shift in the car."

Her head snapped to the right. Roman had pulled over on the highway and was staring at her like she had completely lost her mind. That probably wasn't far off from the truth, really.

"If you ruin the interior Luther will be very angry," the vampire grunted.

She straightened. "I'm not going to shift. Just having a bit of an argument with my alter ego, that's all."

Roman continued to stare. "Does that happen a lot?"

"Whenever she's in a particularly bitchy mood, yes."

You're one to talk,her werewolf interjected.

"Come on, let’s go," she said, eager to get back to Luther.

Roman frowned, eyeing her with curiosity before he started the car and merged back onto the highway.

When they pulled up at the mansion and walked through the front door, Ophelia blurred to their side, radiating anger and hostility. "You're excused, Roman." Her voice was like ice, cold and unforgiving.

Roman frowned, giving her an odd look.

"Luther wants you in the conference room," she clarified. She ran a hand down her black, skin-tight shirt, dusting off imaginary lint.

Even though they were wearing the exact same outfit, the damn thing looked way better on her, and it pissed Zamorra off.

Roman studied Ophelia for a moment, tension building in the air until he gave a terse nod. Slowly he turned, handing Zamorra the bags he was holding for her before he narrowed his eyes at Ophelia. "I'll be right back."

Zamorra smiled, taking the bags. "Thanks, Muscles."

He grunted, before using his vampire speed to run out of the room.

The second he was gone, Ophelia was on her.

Quick as lightning, Ophelia shoved Zamorra against the door with a hand to her throat, making her drop her bags. Her head whacked against the wood so hard that her vision blackened for a brief moment and she saw stars.

Her werewolf roared, immediately reaching for control, determined to protect them both from the crazy red-headed vampire, but Zamorra pushed back.

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