Page 43 of Alpha Power

"She stays," Luther snapped.

Zamorra arched an eyebrow. She knew that being a Servant of House Darkova meant she would have to take orders, to learn how to listen to others. But, that didn't mean she had to do it quietly. "Why of course," she said, voice dripping with disdain. "Whatever our almighty Lord commands."

You're making him angry, her werewolf said, amused.

Good.

Zamorra sensed his anger. She got the feeling he wasn't used to being spoken to like that, if ever. She didn't care. Did he seriously think a couple of panty-melting kisses would make her putty in his hands? No.

Roman and Maddox disappeared in an instant. One minute they were there, next they were gone, vanishing into the night. She couldn't blame them, it was hella awkward around here right now.

Darius leaned casually against the SUV, one leg bent at the knee, his foot resting on the front bumper, phone to his ear. The way his eyes kept flicking back and forth between her and Luther, she knew he was still paying attention to them. Too much drama to ignore, obviously.

Luther headed her way, his ancient power wafting off him and drenching the air around them. Her eyes tracked his approach, her werewolf perking up at the feel of his power caressing her skin. Sometimes she made it really difficult to keep a level head around him. Zamorra was trying to remain annoyed and angry, which was hard to do when her werewolf just wanted to roll around and bathe in his power.

Luther stopped directly in front of her, his 6'7 frame towering over her much smaller one. "You're going to tell me what I want to know," he said, staring down at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Have you ever actually asked anyone a question? Not just demanded an answer?"

He gave her a blank look. "No."

She scoffed. "Figures."

"Tell me why Barnabas is looking for you."

"Because he's fucking crazy," she snapped, moving to step past him. She wasn't going to have this conversation. Not here. Not now.

Luther shifted his body to block her, then took a step forward, getting right up in her personal space. He took another step and then another, continuing on until her back hit the brick wall behind her. He placed both hands on the wall either side of her head, boxing her in. His intoxicating scent flooded her senses, making her feel light-headed and her werewolf purred like some damn cat shifter.

"That's not good enough, Little Alpha," he whispered, his lips mere inches from her own. "Now, tell me."

He wasn't using compulsion on her, that she was sure of. If he was, her werewolf would be able to tell and right now she was having the time of her life, soaking up all the power Luther was oozing. But she did feel this overwhelming urge to answer him, to make him happy, to please him. She had to stay strong. She wouldn't share unless she got something in return.

"Tit for tat," she stuttered.

He frowned, moving back a fraction to look into her eyes. "What?"

"It means I'll tell you something if you tell me something." Despite the fact it was cold enough outside that goosebumps appeared on her skin, her body heated as he studied her, his dark eyes tracing the features on her face before he stepped back entirely, giving her a wide smile, flashing his fangs.

"Let's go." He turned and headed for the car.

She scrunched up her nose. "Go? Go where?"

"Dinner. I'm hungry."

"Hold up," Zamorra responded, trailing after him. "Are we talkingyourkind of dinner ormykind of dinner? They're two very different things."

Luther arched an eyebrow. "Are they? If I recall correctly, I believe you asked to go hunting? Did you not?"

"That's different. That was for my werewolf. I eat regular food."

He chuckled. "I know." He opened the passenger side door, inclining his head. "In."

Zamorra scowled and planted her feet, putting her hands on her hips.

Luther sighed, looking up to the dark sky. "Get in, please."

Mouth twitching, she replied "you still didn't ask, but considering that's the first time I think I've heard you use the word 'please', I'll listen." She narrowed her eyes. "This time."

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