Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

Another terror of the night. She was baffled by the grievous encounter with a bloodsucker. Finley was dear and kind, not a creature with teeth bare and an axe to grind. She held on to the one unbothered and misunderstood. She cried tied in a rope with a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth.

“Don’t make a sound,” Catherine yelped. She slowly plucks out the saliva-drenched cloth from Mary’s mouth.

This was bad. Very bad.

“Let me go,” Mary pleaded. “I swear I only broke in because-”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” Catherine said with her eyes darkened with a shallow depth of angst.

Mary grew confused by the second. She glanced at the door and back at Catherine’s pale face. Her former friend just wanted nothing more than to barge out the door and make a run for the expected danger. The danger was at the only exit.

The entrance and terminal are blocked.

“What does?” Mary asked. Her eyes were opened with a craving sense of clarity, “Is there any threat outside your door?”

“Stay here,” Catherine cautioned Mary. “I’ll be back in a second. Do not move a muscle.”

Catherine went into the kitchen and came out with a large knife. The baseball bat rolled under the bed, she bent over and handed it to Mary. Although she knew better than to defend herself against a bloodsucker with a butcher knife. It was worth the try, better to strike first than not.

“I will have to move,” Mary out of the loosened ropes. “If there’s someone out there, then I’ll stick by you. They had their backs against the wall with the defensive agents at hand, staring at the door for something to happen. Catherine was scared to the bone but a little bit of her wanted to face the bloodsucker head-on.

Faye was her greatest fear. It took a lifetime of hiding and seeking to avoid that female demon. She had evaded that predicament and not to challenge a foe of the Alpha pack.

Mary interlocked her free hand with Catherine’s. A tearful side-eye they gave each other.

“Whatever happens,” Catherine gulped with a sliver of hope for anyone to show up. Someone to just take the pain away. Literally, for Finley to munch on and leave her be.

“Stupid, stupid human. You don’t even want to know,” Finley grinned.

He was at the other side of the door but his presence out there had filled the room with anguish and despair only Catherine could portray.

The door creaked and slowly dropped till it made a loud thud on the velvet carpet. The dusty carpet blew out dust into their nostrils and dust that clouded the room with an unclear sight, an altered vision.

Catherine was moments away from having her throat ripped out or worse, sucked out dry by the man the man she thought would never make her cry.

“I would have done you out on the cold streets,” Finley dashed to her side. His breaths were hot and reeked of dread and something dead. “Wry my dear. Wry in your misfortune.”

Her hands unconsciously dropped the knife from her hand. Mary was not with the bat, she wasn’t leaning against the wall. She was flat down on the ground trembling.

“Just let me have one thing,” Catherine closed her eyes. “Please let her go.”

Finley placed his cold dead hands on her neck.

“I will relish this… I care for no life you puny human.”

The last words she was familiar with from a time she never came back from. She opened her eyes and saw a furry beast growling on the fallen door. Its claws scratched down on the hard piece of wood.

In a split of a second. The wolf had charged at the bloodsucker, Catherine was hopeful and fell to her knees that instant. Her distraction, the unlucky attention driven away from her.

She couldn’t make an effort to help Mary from the carpet floor. Catherine was already helpless as she was. The bloodsucker and wolf were at it, landing a hard blow on each other. The bloodsucker was swift but the velvet carpet was stained with the blood of the pale slender creature.

Finley retreated and smashed through Catherine’s window. The wolf had set to go after him but stopped and looked back at Catherine’s eyes. Her eyes shone bright in the night sky. The moon’s essence beamed into the room. Beholding their presence as heavenly bodies.

“Catherine what the hell?” Mary winced gripping Catherine tight.

She was stunned by the things she had seen that night of nights. The wolf steadily approached them. Its silhouette on the wall slowly transformed into a human. A bare man with raven dark hair, the body of a demi-god, and a handsome boldface. The features Catherine had known all too well.

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Catherine rose to him, Mary’s grip fell off when she passed out to the ground. Catherine clung to her friend’s weary body. Former friend.

Xander halted a few feet in front of Catherine and unconscious Mary.  He tilted his head to the side, his face so emotionless but wild with a heroic notion. His claws and hairs receded. He returned to the plain-built human structure fully.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” he spoke with regret.

He was a sight to never take the eyes off but Catherine stared deep into his eyes and said, “Leave and never come back.”

“You and I know that’s the one thing you don’t want Catherine.”

“I need you out of my life for good. Just go. Please.”

She gently placed Mary on her bed. Xander walked to Catherine and opened his arms out to hold her.

“I will take you-”

“Never! I will never go back,” she interrupted with a heightened emotion.

“I will take you somewhere… safe and heavily guarded.”

His eyes weren’t kidding. She stepped back till her heel hit the wall. He stretched to hold her, she turned away to run for the door. He took her by the waist and hoisted her on his shoulders.

“No! Please no!” She cried.

She struggled but he had placed her in his care whether she liked it or not.

He walked out the door with Catherine on his shoulders. Down the stairs they went, they went out on the cold street. It was a cold play of emotions, having to forcefully put her in the trunk of his car. He was out naked on the road, she yelled but there seemed to be no one to hear or help. He got in the driver’s seat and muttered, “I am doing this for your good Catherine.”

He drove off along the streetlights.