Page 52 of Alpha Power

Don't be such a baby then.

Zamorra took a deep breath and stepped through. Magic pulsed through her body, making her tense straight up. She sometimes got uncomfortable around magic. It was never clear to her what the true intent of a spell was, not until she was already in the thick of it. That type of uncertainty freaked her the fuck out. There was a strange ringing noise in her head, her werewolf wincing in discomfort momentarily before the sound stopped and she was able to step through completely.

Zamorra shuddered. "That was weird." She shook out her body, trying to dispel the last remnants of magic.

Luther was standing next to the table, one hand extended her way, his brows furrowed. "You shouldn't have felt anything when you stepped through."

"It wasn't a feeling, more like a weird ringing sound in my ears. You didn't hear it?"

He shook his head. "No. Must be a side-effect from the spell. I'll have someone recast it. Sit," he barked, pulling out her chair.

Narrowing her eyes, she replied "Only you would be able to bark orders and be courteous at the same time."

He smirked. "It's a gift." He inclined his head to her seat, a heated look in his eyes.

A part of her rationalised that she shouldn't like his dominating nature, but she couldn't deny the way her pulse spiked and her stomach fluttered. She took her seat, a shiver running down her spine as Luther brushed past her to take his own.

Her eyes locked with his as he waved a hand through the air, calling Allora to his side. Allora stepped through the soundproofing field, tray in hand and a hard look on her face. She gave a tight smile as she placed a glass down in front of them both and stepped back.

"Are you ready to order, my Lord, or do you need more time?"

Luther looked at Zamorra. "Do you know what you'd like to eat?

Zamorra glanced around the table, ignoring the look of annoyance from Allora. "Uh, where's the menu?"

"There is none. You just order what you like."

Her werewolf perked up at that.

"Seriously? Anything?"

He nodded, taking a sip from his glass. She could smell its contents. Blood and red wine. She lifted her glass and sniffed.

Just wine, her werewolf reassured her.

She took a sip. It was okay. To be honest she wasn't a big wine fan. Give her a can of Vanilla Coke, though, and she'd go mad.

"I'll have the Valle d'Aosta, with a side of Liguria," Luther said, a thick accent lacing his words.

Allora nodded. "Very good Sire." Her eyes flicked to Zamorra. "And for your. . . guest?" She didn't even try to hide the disdain in her voice or the way her lip curled up in disgust.

Zamorra frowned. That was an awfully fancy dish. She wasn't even sure what the hell it was. "Um." Her eyes darted between Luther and Allora. "Can I just get, like. . . a cheeseburger or something?"

Allora gave her a blank stare. "A cheeseburger," she stated, dumbfounded.

"Yes," Zamorra replied, narrowing her eyes. "And some fries, and-"

More meat.

"-a couple raw steaks," she finished off.

"Raw steak," Allora repeated, eyes boring into her like she had an extra head on her shoulders or something equally as crazy.

Zamorra scowled. "I thought vampires had good hearing?"

Allora bristled. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, did you not understand what I said, or do you just have the worst hearing in the world for a vampire?"

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