Page 97 of Alpha Power

For vampires there was an added bonus of over 100 litres of pure, unfiltered blood in the preferred blood type of their choice. For shifters, over 100 kilos of raw meat (the way into a shifter's heart was definitely through their stomach). For mages there were several bottles of Magic Enhancers - they were known to give mages a significant power boost and one vial was worth at least $1000. And finally, for the demons a bright, beaming human soul, which was one of their main sources of nutrition as well as entertainment.

Zamorra's eyes locked with Luther's as she tried to process the overwhelming amount of information before her. "All this... just to kill me?" It seemed like a little bit of an overkill, but whatever. "Wha-where did you find this?"

"There's a place on the dark-web where supernatural’s go to place bounties on others." Luther inclined his head to the phone in her hands. "That popped up late last night."

"You just randomly trawl online late at night for hit lists, do ya?"

"Sometimes," he smirked. "But in your case, it was Axel who brought it to my attention."

"And that's why you summoned me? Because you saw this?"

His eyes flashed red. "One of the reasons, yes."

Zamorra swiped left, flicking through some of the other bounties. A black-eyed demon with only one of his horns and a cruel smile on his face, Layton Holter, two million dollars. A light mage with sparks of white lightning surrounding her as she threw an orb of pure magic straight towards the camera, her lips curved up into a snarl, Pamada Stream, 3.7 million. A male vampire with his fangs buried deep into the neck of a human, blood dripping down the vampire's chin as his eyes blazed a bright red, Baizin Rich, 1.9 million dollars.

Every single bounty had specific details about the individual. What they looked like, their species, last known location as well as a list of their strengths and weaknesses. The only thing it didn't show was who placed the bounty. It seemed to be a completely anonymous program.

A disturbing thought entered her mind and her eyes flicked up to Luther. "Who has access to this? Anybody?"

"There is a specific username and password needed to access the site, which all Regents possess. That information can be shared for the right price."

Dread quickly filled her entire body. That meant Barnabas could see this. Her bounty. It clearly described her as a werewolf shifter. Granted, he had no idea who she was, but that information would be enough to at least pique his interest

"I know what you're thinking and you have nothing to fear. He can't touch you while you're bound to me, not without suffering serious consequences."

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not scared."

She was. She just didn't want him to know that. She highly doubted something as simple as being bound to a vampire would keep Barnabas away.

Luther smirked and held his hands up in mock surrender. "My mistake."

Zamorra swiped left again, flicking to the next bounty and froze, eyes going wide. "What the fuck is this?" she hissed.

Void's chocolate brown eyes stared back at her, an image of his light brown werewolf with its mouth open in a mighty roar, saliva dripping from its lips standing right beside him. A figure of 2.5 million sat right underneath. Like all the others, there was no indication of who placed the hit, but she had a good idea who was behind it anyway.

Zamorra locked eyes with Luther as she handed the phone back. "When was this put up? Does he know?"

Luther took the phone, glanced at the screen and tucked it away. "I told him after we got you back here safely. It was posted on the 16th."

"The day after Volume," Zamorra muttered. "Barnabas must have put it up after he didn't return to the pack."

"It seems like the most likely scenario, yes." Luther agreed. "Although, it would not surprise me if there was a giant list of people out there who have a problem with your uncle. He is intolerable."

She snickered. "Yeah, you'd be right on that one."

Her gaze roamed over the giant sword hanging in the middle of the wall and she swerved in her chair to look at the other weapons dangling from the walls. She waved a hand at them. "What's with the armoury in your bedroom?"

His eyes stayed on her as he gave a lazy one shoulder shrug. "I like weapons."

"You don't say," she drawled sarcastically. "Can you use them all?"

Luther frowned. "Of course I can. Though I have a preference."

"Lemme guess. The huge Game of Thrones style sword you got hanging there like it's the most precious thing you own?"

"What's a Game of Thrones?"

Zamorra blinked, staring at him in shock. "Okay, I can maybe forgive you for not knowing who Superman is, but Game of Thrones?" She shook her head, her silver hair bouncing off her shoulders. "Unacceptable." She held out her hand, clicking her fingers. "Phone." She had no idea where hers was. She hoped someone had picked it up after she got her ass beat. She didn't want to have to ask Luther for another.

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