Page 48 of Alpha Power

"Silver-haired shifter whore."

That last one made Luther snap. His body tensed right before he vanished, reappearing at the other end of the room. His eyes blazed red as he clasped his hand around a male vampire's throat and lifted him into the air, the vampire's feet dangling like a puppet on a string.

Luther's razor-sharp fangs slowly descended, a terrifying growl escaping his lips. "Hold your tongue, before I cut it out."

The vampire paled, a look of terror in his eyes as he clawed at Luther's hand.

Luther turned to face the room, holding the vampire in the air as if he weighed nothing at all. "The next person to disrespect a guest of mine will have their heart ripped from their chest," he boomed, voice bouncing off the walls.

The vampire in his grasp choked, his face turning red from the constant pressure around his throat. "Bu-but she's a… shifter."

Luther squeezed his hand tighter and pulled the vampire down to stare directly into his eyes. "She is a servant of House Darkova." There was a collective gasp from the other vampires, Luther's words having caught them off guard. "I will not tolerate such blatant disrespect towards those that represent my House."

The vampire struggled to talk, the constant pressure around his throat making it difficult to get even a modicum of air through. "I-I-I apologise m-my Lord," he stuttered. "I didn't-didn't kn-ooow."

"Well now you do," Luther growled. His powerful body tensed and then Luther threw him into the wall, the vampire's body smashing through the plaster and into the adjoining room.

Fear saturated the air all around them, every single vampire watching Luther with terror on their faces. She felt the opposite. His sheer power and authority made her body spark.

As a werewolf shifter, she was attracted to dominance and Luther had an abundance of it. As long as he didn't direct it her way, she loved it, even relished in it.

Luther beckoned her towards him with a crook of his finger. All eyes were on her, and it made her nervous. Couldn't the vampires look away or something? Why did they insist on continuing to stare at her?

She swallowed and straightened her shoulders. She would not be intimidated - or, at least, she wouldn't show it. She walked ahead; head held high.

Red eyes tracked her movements, hostility lacing the air as she walked past. Every vampire looked at her with disgust, like she was nothing more than a bag of flaming shit on their doorstep. It pissed her off, mainly because she couldn't do anything to wipe those stupid looks off their faces, like bite their heads off.

Mmmm. Vampire for dinner. Sounds lovely,her werewolf snickered.

Zamorra choked on a laugh.

Luther gripped her by the back of the neck when she got within reach and pulled her to his side. Her eyes flicked to the giant hole in the wall, the vampire on the other side knocked out cold. "I think you might have overreacted a tad there. I've been called a hell of a lot worse than a whore. It just goes in one ear and out the other at this point."

He lowered his head to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "No-one disrespects what's mine."

She arched an eyebrow. "I'm not yours."

"For the next five years you are."

She pursed her lips. Technically, that was true. As a servant of his House, he owned her. But she had a feeling he didn't mean it in that sense.

"My Lord? Your table is ready," Allora called out from a set of double doors at the back of the room.

Luther straightened and released his hold on her neck. He winked, before turning and walking away.

"Why aren't we eating in here?" She asked, trailing after him. Not that she particularly wanted to be in a room full of hostile vampires.

He tapped his ear and pushed the heavy doors open with one hand. "The walls have ears."

The smell of flowers and fresh water reached her nostrils, the scents soothing to her and her werewolf. "Holy shit," she breathed, stepping through.

Zamorra looked around in wonder, her pulse spiking with excitement. The entire room had been transformed into an Aviary, but instead of birds, there were-

Pixies!?Her werewolf squealed inside her mind, making her wince.

Pixies were classed as low level supernatural’s, like gnomes, gremlins, goblins, etc. They possessed magic, but not enough to cause any real harm. They were widely known for their mischievous personalities and their love of pranks, especially on humans.

They could only be seen if they wanted to be seen, invisible to both human and supernatural alike. Which made it very easy for them to fuck with people. Usually, they avoided playing tricks on supernatural’s. They knew better than to go after creatures with crazy personalities and insane amounts of power.

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