Page 39 of Alpha Power

Her father had taught her a long time ago how to hide her scent so others couldn't tell what kind of shifter she was. It required her werewolf going into a state similar to hibernation, where she buried herself so deep into Zamorra's psyche that it was hard to distinguish them as two separate entities. It was something she didn't particularly like doing. It could take time for her werewolf to come back out of it, which meant if Zamorra got into trouble, she was on her own.

Her werewolf responded by pulling back from her mind and digging deep into her core, hiding herself, her scent, entirely. Zamorra felt the loss instantly, like she had just lost a part of her soul. She hated it.

Void nodded, approvingly. "Good. I can't even sense her now. You're getting better." His eyes flashed gold as he looked over to the men. "If you need me, I'm right here."

Zamorra nodded. "No matter what happens, what you see or what you hear, don't interfere uncle. Not unless I ask you to."

He gave her a curious look. "You ever gonna tell me what it is you're up too?"

She shrugged. "Maybe one day."

Zamorra headed for the VIP section, making sure to add a bit more swagger into her walk than usual, her hips swaying with each step. She knew exactly how she wanted to play this. She just hoped it worked.

The beat of the music thrummed through her body as she took the few steps leading up to the VIPs. A shifter stood guard, halting her when she got too close. The men zoned in on her like a pack of horny teenage boys, their eyes raking the length of her body.

A black-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a stocky build rose from his seat and made his way over to her, licking his lips. "You lookin’ for some fun, darlin'?" He drawled.

Without her werewolf, she couldn't tell what type of shifter he was and it made her uncomfortable. She felt like she was missing one of her senses. She gave him a dazzling smile. "Depends on what you're offering," she purred.

He offered her a hand, and she took it, following his lead into the small space. Her target, the shifter with the man-bun and hipster glasses, watched her approach with a quizzical expression. She headed straight for him.

"I heard you're the guy to see if I'm looking for a little...something." She let her words linger in the air, her intention clear.

He eyed her suspiciously. "Who's asking?"

Zamorra lowered herself into the empty seat next to him, crossing her legs. "Just a woman needing a little something to take the edge off."

The shifter who escorted her in sat on her other side, draping an arm over the back of her chair, a smirk on his face. "If you're looking for a good time, I can take care of you, girl." He leaned in close, his body brushing up against hers. "What are you?" He whispered, taking a whiff of her hair. "You're something...familiar. I just can't figure out what."

Zamorra worked hard not to tense her body, and instead leaned into him, batting her eyelashes. "If you help me out, maybe I'll tell you." She winked.

He laughed. "I like you." He looked up. "Kylo, hook the lady up."

Kylo frowned. "We don't even know who she is, Arturo."

"So? We were told to sell all that shit. Who cares who we sell it to?" He countered, picking up his drink and taking a sip.

Kylo grunted and reached into his jacket, pulling out a small vial identical to the one Luther had shown her. He handed it to Arturo, who gave her a devilish smirk.

Arturo held the vial in the air, shaking it slightly. The dark, red liquid sloshed from side to side. "This here, is the best shit you'll find in Australia."

"What is it?" She asked, playing dumb.

Arturo shook his head. "Can't tell ya that darlin'. All I can tell you is it'll be the best high of your life."

She didn't doubt that. She knew how intoxicating vampire blood was. When she reached for it, he pulled back just outside of her grasp. "Uh-uh-uh." He tsked. "Cash first."

Zamorra patted down her pantsuit, pretending to search for her wallet. She feigned surprise. "I must have left my wallet in the car. It's parked just outside behind the club."

Arturo eyed her, then looked at the other shifters in the room, arching an eyebrow. They shrugged their shoulders in response. They didn't see her as a threat, which may have worked in her favour, but it pissed her off too. Men were constantly underestimating her.

Arturo handed the vial back to Kylo. "Escort the lady back to her car and grab the cash," Arturo told him while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a plain white card. He gave it to her. "Call me when you're ready for more. And then some," he winked.

Zamorra flipped the card over, seeing a phone number plastered on the back. She gave him her best smile. "Oh, I will."

When she got to her feet, Kylo joined her at her side, as well as two of the other shifters. She had hoped it would just be her and Kylo, but lady luck was never on her side.

She locked eyes with her uncle as they moved across the club and headed for the exit. He frowned, eyeing the shifters at her back escorting her. He took a step in their direction, and she subtly shook her head. She couldn't afford for him to screw anything up. He pursed his lips, his jaw tensed so hard the muscles ticked, but he stayed where he was, watching her leave.

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