Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

In the ascension of the blooming sunshine. He opened the shutters and the yellow light burst through the dark shadows at all corners of the room. The old witch was a stranger to sunlight. She caved into the little portion of shadiness in the room. Lurking in the shadows of her own raven wings. The Alpha is forced to acknowledge the detriments of his decision.

“I can change this,” Xander said. “I know I can.”

“Change is a natural effect,” she said. “It is bad as it is good. And it always happens whether you like it or not.”

Xander turned back to the mattress and sat next to where Catherine was lying. He gently placed a hand on her head to comfort her mindless inability to wake. She will be brought back to live her reformative life. The life of a supernatural later on. A kindred spirit has its spiritual awakening.

“What about her?” Xander raised a brow. He held a lock of Catherine’s hair behind her ear. “When will she be awake? I know she cannot bear witness to the wrath yet to come but still… I want to know.”

“It is best she is kept safe away from all this,” the old lady inched forward. Her dark shadow followed behind her. She made a stop on the carpet that held a portion revealing a floor tile. “And I wish I could do something about it if I could… but she has all the power to do so. As I have said the time we met before, she is no ordinary human,” the old lady cocked her head.

The heat began to kick into the atmosphere. The melting of the ice was heard from the pointy crystal falling and crashing to the ground. The fountain in the courtyard, the roof of balconies, and the shade of areas outside the Manor were now lively and more colorful.

Everything and everywhere was less pallid and more luster. The Alpha had a little hope in his eyes. It will rise to destroy his doubts and insecurities. As the case may be he needed more grit and grind and the greatest trust from his Alpha pack down at the lake.

“I will approach the Elders in due time,” Xander said with a straight face. He tensed and leaned back on the headboard. “What could go wrong if I state my reasons bluntly?”

“You think this confidence is somewhat intrepid?” the old lady snickered. “The Seer alone can testify,” she turned to Xander shuddering shallow breaths. “Yes, I know of it all Marion.”

Xander stiffened, “The truth will be plain on their hands. They should do as they please. A Marion will not go down so easily-

He stood up from the bed and marched to his dresser.

“The father of my last mate is in an Alpha in the community as I am. If worse comes to worse we will face each other head-on.  I will end Drew on the spot if he makes an inch to attack,” he pinched the air.

He pulled the dresser to veil himself. The old lady was powerful in her malevolence she must have been seeing through him since she appeared. The dresser wouldn’t conceal the thinnest cavity from her sight.

The old lady looked away and moved close to Catherine. She ran her fingers on Catherine’s thin curved eyebrows. Xander shut the dresser hesitantly. He was in his grey combat pants and white sweatshirt. He smoothed down his sleeves walking towards the old witch.

“That’s about enough of the touching,” he warned.

“My daughter? You wouldn’t have me lay a touch on her. Arrogant Alpha?”

“Yes. And now take your hands off if you don’t mind,” Xander’s eyes burned like bright emeralds. His claws were slowly protruding.

She leaves Catherine’s side and phases to the front of the tall standing mirror. It gave Xander a slight fright. He withdrew his claws and rushed to Catherine’s side. He checked for a pulse that instant in case the so-called mother had any wrong ideas.

“Silly of you to have these defensive thoughts,” she tittered palming her cheeks. “I would love to keep you this angst but I have to show you what awaits you… if you make the wrong decision that is.”

“I don’t want any of your parlor tricks in my quarters, the vicinity surrounding the manor, and heck if it’s a mile radius from here,’ Xander scowled.

He gave her an ill look. Her silhouette faded away into thin air. Xander jolted to his feet and maintained a circumspective stance in the middle of his room. Her raunchy laughter ran past his ears. Her voice was near and the intensity in the room was high.

The mirror made a crack.

“The hell?!” Xander turned to his reflection.

The old lady suddenly appeared by his side with a finger stretched to his temple.

“You have to see it to believe it,” the old lady took her finger off Xander’s stock-still body. “Witness it with your eyes.”

***MIRAGE***

The Alpha was taken into another realm. Dark and twisted paths through the forest. He stood rooted in astonishment among long thorny trees. He took a step forward and sighted a meadow goldenrod tree. A voice called out his last name. Marion.

“Catherine is that you,” he stepped over the branches extended on the road.

The leaves fallen from the tree made a heap to the stem. He walked over to the tree bark, inches away from the heap of yellow and orange leaves. He crouched to his knees. He observed everywhere around him. The rustling leaves of the trees, the flowing green grass, and the gentle soft wind that hit his face.

He dipped his hands into the heap of leaves. A person was crawled up and covered by the leaves. The face was covered with black long hair. He locked the hair to the side and admired the alluring hazel brown eyes.

“Catherine,” he said softly.

He brushed off the leaves from her face and felt a thick warmth trickling down his palm on her neck. He yelled in disbelief. He got her up from the ground and shook her arm. Her chest wasn’t beating the living heart. It was silent and eerie.

‘Bite marks on her neck. She was attacked,’ he thought.

His eyelids drooped. His veins were coursing with a soul of vengeance against the first wolf he would see. He carefully rested her body on the ground and keened his senses.

He thought to transform. His sleeves ripped from both sides. A slit from the neckline down to the bottom end of the sweatshirt.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Out of the blue. The grounds were shaking at his feet. Howling came from a distance he ran and jumped on the meadow goldenrod. He leaped from one branch to the highest peak for vision.

“Perfect kill,” he groaned.

Faye was leading the pack of wolves headed his way. The multitude of his Alpha pack. He saw two heads on a spike carried by two of the strongest wolves in the Alpha pack; Eric and Shawn. His heart was stoked when he got a clearer view. One of the heads had a beanie. Joni. And the other is a low-tapered Manny. They were severed and elevated on a spike. The Alpha was anguished, clawing into the tree bark.

This was for their treachery. The fealty they pledged to me cost them their lives in the end.

Faye caught sight of him. Immediately, the wolves by her side made uniformity with her line of sight and dashed to attack Xander.

One after the other they transformed into seven-foot hairy beasts on four legs.  Xander jumped down and pounced on one of the wolves. He held a wolf by the neck and jerked an elbow into his head. The wolf fell flat to the ground.

He had his claws out at the neck of one of the other wolves when a light from the sky pointed directly at him. This caused the other wolves to retreat. The one in the sky was a hooded man laying a hand to Xander.

Xander felt his body raised from the ground. A force took hold of him and sent him breaking his back into the big trees scattered around the forest. He felt consciousness slowly leaving him. Alas, he smashed into a large boulder. The hooded figure in the air came down to him.

He was wrong. The hooded figure wasn’t a man. He thought of it to be the seer but the seer holds no such power. The hood came off and a pale-skinned lady with long black hair pranced towards him. He steadily rose to his feet.

She walked fast and her yellow bright eyes were fixed straight at him with an intent to kill. She held no weapons to impale. In the event her eyes were yellows this time, why would she want to harm him? Xander Marion.

Xander jaunted towards her, “Elli-”

She stuck her hand into his chest. His heart was squeezed in her fist. He gulped out blood and stared down at her feet. She was elevating again. She plucked his heart out of his chest, leaving him to die on the ground. He raised his head high with the underlying strength to glance one last time.

***THE ALPHA’s QUARTERS***

“Catherine!” he yelled falling to the carpet.

The old lady was arms folded staring down at him.

“That was just a glimpse of an expected reality,” she said.

Xander crawled to Catherine’s side of the bed.

“No. No… that-that is not real you witch,” he looked back at the witch with a grim. He turned back to Catherine and lit up his eyes to her on the bed.