Page 41 of Alpha Power

His ring glowed red, a pulse of ancient and mythical power tainting the air. Kylo went slack, his entire body relaxing in an instant, a dreamlike look quickly taking over his face.

She froze, a cold sweat trickling down her spine. Everyone knew vampires were capable of Compulsion, but they had never been able to compel other supernatural’s before. There was some sort of chromosome in shifter, demon and mage DNA that prevented it. But she had seen plenty of vampires use it on humans. She knew the signs of someone under Compulsion and Kylo was displaying them all ten-fold.

Luther walked towards her, power radiating from every aspect of his being. His red eyes smouldered, his nostrils flared as he stared down at her and asked through clenched teeth "would you like to explain to me why Barnabas Baxter, the shifter Regent of America is looking for you?"

Dread filled Zamorra as she stared at the ancient, angry vampire before her. She wasn't sure what to say. She had completely forgotten they could hear everything while she was inside Volume, including the conversation she had with her uncle.

She shouldn't have been surprised Luther knew who Barnabas was. He was God knows how old. He had probably met every supernatural there was worth meeting.

"Well?" Luther prompted, agitation lacing his tone.

It was a long story. Too long to hash out in the middle of some dark, dingy alley. So, she shrugged her shoulders.

Luther stepped forward and gripped her chin between two fingers. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to cause discomfort.

She finally felt the presence of her werewolf again, her body brimming with raw power and she clenched her fists open and shut. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and made her heart beat faster and faster, whether that was because of Luther or her werewolf she wasn't sure.

"Now is not the time to test me, Little Alpha. You've been keeping secrets."

Her blue eyes narrowed into slits. Did he seriously just say that to her? Him?! He was the epitome of secrets. Every time she asked him a question, he either distracted her, avoided it, or just didn't answer. Now that she could feel her werewolf again, her confidence came back in full swing. Unfortunately, that also meant her temper did too.

Zamorra slapped his hand away, eliciting a gasp of shock from Darius. "Don't you lecture me about keeping secrets," she seethed. "What makes you think you'd get the book on my life when I don't get shit on yours?"

Luther narrowed his eyes and growled. A truly dark and primal sound. It should have scared her. Terrified her. But it didn't. Fear wasn't what she was feeling right now. No. It was anger, excitement and desire. The latter is what pissed her off the most.

She growled back, her eyes flashing silver and her werewolf adding a bit more bass into it than what was necessary. It rumbled out from the centre of her chest, the sound so loud the trash cans in the alley began to shake from the vibrations.

I don't know what's going on but I know we're pissed,her werewolf growled, having her back completely.

The air thickened with tension as they continued to stare at one another. She saw the muscles tick in his strong jaw, his clenched fists at his side, the fury in his eyes. Yet, she refused to back down. She had to be strong. She would not be forced to share her story if she got nothing in return. She was required to serve him, yes. That didn't give him a first-class ticket into her business.

"You are a servant of House Darkova, and you will answer me," he thundered, authority dripping from his tone.

Zamorra's brand mark burned, the letters etched into her wrist illuminating against her skin. The pull of his command was so powerful she almost blurted out her entire life story right there and then. Her mouth opened, the words on the tip of her tongue, ready to explode.

Her werewolf sent a burst of clarity through their bond, refusing to allow Luther's manipulation. She felt it go through her entire body, cleansing her mind and helping her to think straight again.

Zamorra straightened her spine and raised her chin in the air, her eyes blazing silver. "Make me," she growled, her voice dropping an octave.

Darius and Maddox looked at one another in shock, their expressions filled with concern. Roman took a hesitant step forward, his eyes darting between her and Luther. "My Lord," he said carefully, keeping his deep voice calm and soothing. "We have to question the shifter before others come looking for him."

Luther flicked his eyes to Roman, the tick in his jaw even more prominent than before. "We'll continue this conversation later," he warned.

"Looking forward to it," she snapped back, glaring at him.

He scowled and turned, heading for Kylo.

Thank you for your help, Zamorra communicated to her werewolf as she watched him walk away.

I don't think it will be so easy next time,she replied, concerned.

Zamorra agreed. She felt the power behind his command and was barely able to fight it off without the help of her werewolf. If he chose to use Compulsion on her, which he seemed to be capable of doing if Kylo was any indication, then she was fucked.

Luther lowered himself until he was level with Kylo, his dark eyes locked with his golden ones. He waved a hand over his face, a faint red glow emanating from his gold ring again.

Zamorra frowned. That was the second time it'd done that.

It holds powerher werewolf rumbled.Ancient, mythical power.

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