Page 72 of Alpha Power

But no matter how much she liked Luther, she would not chase a man that did not want her. She was a strong, independent woman who grew up knowing her worth, knowing how to take care of herself. Sure, she would love a man that loved her and would fight to protect her, but if that man didn't want her in return, no thanks.

Zamorra looked at her uncle who was studying her intently, a concerned expression on his face. "There's nothing going on," she replied tightly.

Void scowled. "Do I need to fuck a bitch up? Because I'll do it. I don't care that he's some rich vampire king, if he hurt you, I'll kill him."

Zamorra smiled fondly. She could always rely on her uncle to put a smile on her face. "It's nothing like that, really. I'm fine."

And she would be.

As they got closer to the manor, walking along the cobblestone driveway deep in conversation, Zamorra spotted someone peeking through the windows and she snickered.

She pointed a finger. "Looks like someone's got a fan waiting for them."

Void followed her line of sight and paled. He stopped dead in his tracks. "You gotta do somethin' about that old woman, Zo. Did you know she was waiting for me in my tent last night... naked?! My tent! Naked!"

Zamorra burst into laughter and Void shoved her, hard.

"I'm serious!" He hissed. "The woman is relentless."

"She likes you, what's so bad about that?"

"Oh, you know exactly what's bad about it. Forget the fact that she's like a gajillion years old, she's a vampire. You know how I feel about vampires."

Zamorra rolled her eyes and recited the words she'd heard from her uncle most of her life. "Vampires are parasites and can't be trusted."

"Exactly," he nodded.

"What about Maddox and Darius? You don't seem to mind them?"

"I'll chill with them, sure. Have some fun fuckin' around with ‘em. But I'll never trust them. They can'tbetrusted."

"Why? Why do you have such a hang up with vampires?"

"Because I just do, okay? For once in your life, I wish you'd actually listen to me and just take my word for it, but we both know that's never gonna happen."

Zamorra shrugged. "Well, vampires have never done wrong by me. I actually trust them more than shifters at this point."

"You what?" Void frowned. "How is that even possible?"

"Look at it from my point of view, uncle. I've spent most of my life being hunted by shifters and it wasvampiresthat ended up saving me in the end. Whether you like it or not, they're my new besties."

Grumbling incoherently under his breath, Void continued towards the house and she followed.

"Well, tell your bestie to stop hitting on me. Otherwise, I'm gonna lose it."

Zamorra held up a talking hand, mocking her uncle. "Blah, blah, blah."

The front door swung open and out walked Margaret herself, her eyes honing in on Void. She smiled, flashing her fangs. "Welcome back, Hot Buns."

Zamorra snickered and Void elbowed her in the ribs.

"Hello Margaret," he replied in a monotone voice.

"You look exhausted," the vampire cooed, stepping up to his side. "Come on inside and I'll run you a nice, hot bath."

A haunted look crossed his face, and he took a step back. Margaret followed. "Uhm, no thank you," he grumbled.

Darius blurred onto the front porch and Void blew out a breath of relief.

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