Page 10 of Alpha Power

“Yes.”

Noooooooo!Her werewolf roared, and Zamorra slapped a hand to her ear on reflex.

This wasn’t good. Her werewolf had a temper, even on the best of days. Add on an empty stomach, and she turned into the definition of hangry.

“Shit,” Zamorra cursed. She shouldn’t have been surprised that she slept the entire day away. This was the first time in months she had slept in a nice, comfy bed and not had to worry that Cade and his men were going to break down the door and kidnap her.

Luther’s dark eyes were on her, his body tight. “Get dressed and come to the conference room. We’ve waited long enough for you.” He spun around and breezed out of the room using his vampire speed. His presence lingered in the air even after he was gone and it made Zamorra’s skin tingle.

“We’ve waited long enough for you,” Zamorra mocked as she jumped from the bed.

She ran to the closet on the far side of the room and opened the door. Dark clothing, identical to what the vampires had been wearing, was hanging up and - surprise surprise - they were exactly the right size. A pair of wicked, black combat boots sat just outside the door, and Zamorra admired them lovingly. Niceeeee.

I’m hungry,her werewolf growled.

Zamorra quickly stripped out of her dirty clothes and put on the new ones. The outfit was plain but fit her perfectly. A black long-sleeved shirt and black pants. Luther definitely had a thing for black, but what else can you expect from a creature of the night?

I know. We’ll go hunting later, I promise.

That’s what you said last time.

Zamorra rolled her eyes and ran to the bathroom. She would have loved to have a shower and get clean, but she just didn’t have the time. Fuck, she hadn’t even had a chance to properly check out her new digs yet. She was taking everything in at a cursory glance, and it pissed her off.

Zamorra splashed water on her face and tied her silver hair into a high ponytail, accentuating her cheekbones. Her blue eyes flashed silver, showing her werewolf was right there with her like always, and it made her feel a little bit better about being in a foreign place.

She studied her appearance with indifference. Zamorra was never one to fuss too much over her looks. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous like Red, but with her full lips, light skin and high cheekbones, she knew she wasn’t considered ugly either.

She bolted out of the room, heading for the large conference room Margaret had shown her earlier. She tapped into her werewolf, bringing forth a new burst of speed that had her running through the mansion like a blur.

A set of vampire soldiers scowled as she leapt over the banister and plopped down to the first floor instead of taking the stairs. She landed in a crouch, spun her head left to right and quickly took off again.

When she reached the door, she pushed it open with a bit more force than she had intended. It swung open with a loud bang, and Zamorra came skidding to a halt in the entryway, her silver hair whipping past her.

Sitting in the middle of the room at a large, mahogany table was Luther and his vampire minions, and they were all staring at her like she had just interrupted something important. Didn’t Luther ask her here?

She refused to falter under their intense gaze. She wouldn’t show them any fear or discomfort. She straightened her body, lifted her chin and walked in with an air of confidence.

Red gave her a scathing look when she approached the table and Zamorra stared right back. She wasn’t intimidated by the red-headed vampire. In fact, she’d love nothing more than to go a few rounds with the bitch.

Yesssss, her werewolf purred.

“Take a seat,” Luther instructed.

Zamorra looked around the table. On the left side sat Red, Darius, and the vampire with dark grey eyes and a shaved head. On the other side sat Muscles and Maddox, their red eyes firmly on her.

Luther leaned back casually in his big, leather chair and studied her. She felt like he was stripping her bare, like his eyes could see deep into her soul and she didn’t like it. She kept her gaze on him as she took an empty seat on the right side of the table. The further away from Red she was, the better. She had a feeling they were not going to get along.

A flicker of red flashed through Luther’s eyes. “Let’s get introductions out of the way.” He waved a hand at Red. “This is Ophelia.”

Pretty name, Zamorra thought.

We’re still gonna call her Red,her werewolf said sternly.

He pointed to Muscles next.

“Roman,” the big, burly vampire grunted.

Zamorra gave a head nod.

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