Page 4 of Alpha Power

The vampires gaped at her request, their eyes bulging in surprise. Not that Zamorra could blame them. She had never heard of a shifter seeking refuge withvampiresbefore. She knew what she was asking for was considered lunacy for the simple fact that shifters never chose others over their own kind

First time for everything,her werewolf commented.

Adonis stared boldly at Zamorra, a flash of red flickering through his dark eyes. He was thinking about it, and she hoped Lady Luck would finally be on her side, for once.

One of his vampire minions - a woman Zamorra nicknamed Red on account of her blazing red hair - stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with anger.

"Luther, my maker," she purred.

Luther, her werewolf echoed with curiosity.

Zamorra cocked her head to the side as she watched them converse.

"You can't possibly be considering this." She was a short little thing, but at 6’2, Zamorra found most people short. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green that suited her eerily pale skin perfectly. She was gorgeous.

"She belongs to my Alpha," Cade sneered. His brown eyes flashed gold, showing his werewolf right there, waiting to pounce.

Luther kept his dark eyes on her. "Does the werewolf speak the truth?"

Zamorra struggled with the rising anger she felt towards Cade and his insistence on her belonging to his Alpha. That was the problem with these idiots. They thought because she was a werewolf, they owned her. She clenched her fists and held the ancient vampire’s stare.

"I belong to no one. I'm a rogue shifter. Have been all my life. Six months ago, when I refused to join his pack, he tried to take me by force. I've been running from the bastard ever since."

Cade snarled at her words and Zamorra bared her teeth, giving him the middle finger. What? Did he expect her to give some sappy story about how they all knew each other or something? That they were just playing an innocent little game of 'Catch the Werewolf?' No.

Luther's lips twitched slightly. So slightly that if it weren't for her shifter eyes, she probably would have missed it.

"Then I'm sure, as your Alpha is well aware, she's fair game." Luther directed his words at Cade, yet his eyes stayed firmly on her.

"Luther," Red tried again. She trailed one of her red manicured nails down the length of his arm in a bid to try and snag his attention. It didn't work.

His dark eyes lit with fire as he stared openly at Zamorra. Her werewolf couldn't help but lap up all that attention. She was an attention whore. "You do understand what you're asking for, don't you?"

She tried not to shift her feet under his intense gaze. "Yes."

She knew that she would, for better or worse, be a slave to the vampires. Have to take their orders, listen to what they had to say. Pledging Servitude pretty much gave them the power to command anything they wished of her. Her werewolf was not happy about it, but she would rather that than be raped by her own kind.

"Ten years."

Zamorra had to shake her head to make sure she heard him right. Ten years? Nuh-uh. There's no way her werewolf would tolerate being under someone's thumb for that long. It was going to be hard enough trying to get her to listen at all, but for ten years? No way.

"Five," she countered.

Mouth twitching in amusement, Luther regarded her. "You're attempting to negotiate?" He waved a hand at Cade. "You're not exactly in the best position to do so."

He was right. She knew it. Her werewolf knew it. But nevertheless, she shrugged her shoulders, feigning indifference.

Luther stared at her, perhaps hoping the intensity of his gaze would get her to change her mind. It didn't. No one could do a death glare like her father, and if she could handle that, she could handle anything this ancient vampire tried to throw her way.

"Seven years."

Zamorra shook her head. "Five"

One of his vampire minions - a classic brown haired, brown eyed man with a face that could make any woman weak at the knees - dropped his jaw in surprise. His comrades looked equally as shocked, all except for the red-headed vampire. She was pissed.

Luther gave Zamorra a broad grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement which made him look even more gorgeous. Damn it.

"I accept."

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