Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

Joni had Manny had felt this pain this immense even on the night of the full moon. The witch had induced the pain to scold. Xander raised a hand at the witch and stopped himself from striking her.

He thought twice about her fading away again.

“Stop!” Xander yelled.

“You couldn’t bear to watch me scold these insolent wolves?” the witch teased.

She swiveled her wrist and the young boys passed out cold on the ground. Xander crouched to their side to feel the pulse in their necks. He narrowed his eyes at the witch and rose to his feet.

“Oh you think I killed them?” she clasped her hand over her mouth in pretense. She clutched down her palm on her arm and walked around Xander, “It is not my place to take the lives of these wolves. They have a calling of their own.”

“What happens now?” Xander asked with his arms folded. “Would have us fight you so you can trample on us to your heart’s content?” he raised his chin.

Catherine was still unconscious on the ground. Her hair lay down perfectly on the grass. She raised a hand in the air and pointed up her finger.

“What is this?” Xander asked the witch worriedly. “I swear if-”

“Don’t try threatening me,” the witch palmed her neck. “Let nature take its course. Catherine is doing this all on her own but she might not be aware when she wakes.”

Catherine’s finger started to form symbols in the air. They were like faint smoky words in the air. Xander was bewildered and unsure of what to do. He turned to the witch and gestured for an answer.

“Tell me what she means,” he ordered. “Come on witch. Isn’t this the dark vague stuff you can translate?” Xander squared his shoulders

“You demand a lot,” the witch yawned. She clapped in the air and the symbols vanished. Catherine’s hand withdrew back to her side. She was sound asleep.

“This is clearly a message she wanted delivered,” Xander banged his fist into his palm. “Tell now please,” he forced himself to utter with a grumble.

“I like it when a man begs,” the witch snickered. “Well… she spoke to you from her subconscious. Other kindred spirits like her wouldn’t spare you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Go straight to the point,” Xander said sternly.

“That’s after the cloaking spell,” she said. “I will intermediate. This has to be done with you and Catherine on my left-hand side and right-hand side respectively. No one will see or hear us,” she pointed to the lying young wolves.

Xander walked back and forth. The drizzling of the rain stopped. He halted and hovered above his young pack wolves slowly gaining consciousness on the ground. The witch walked up to Xander and took him by the hand. The first physical touch she made with him.

“She is real,” he thought as she led him to Catherine’s side.

She took Catherine’s hand too. She sat on the grass between the puzzled Alpha and an unconscious human. Her wings emerged and feathers gathered around them in a spiral that encircled them till their visibility was no more. Xander couldn’t even see his hands or the rest of his body. He heard the witch’s wheezing and felt the hold on her hand but he couldn’t see her and Catherine by her right.

Manny and Joni were already awake and aware of what had struck them. They have fully recovered. They were looking around to find the wolf and human they knew so well. The area was clear with fallen trees and scattered farm machines, not to mention the cabin that had barely fallen apart.

The wind gushed lightly to Joni’s face. He raised his head rubbing behind his scalp. A leaf fell off his head and he turned to Manny.

“Where’s the Alpha?” he tapped Manny on the thigh.

“I don’t know,” Manny stretched.

They rose to their feet to look around. Joni picks his beanie from the ground, dusts the dirt from its edges, and adjusts it on his head. Manny wandered into the cabin to check out for anyone.

No matter how hard they keened into their super senses they still couldn’t seek out or sniff out Xander and Catherine. They lurched every nook and corner of a mile wide. They walked back to the front to regroup.

“Man we’re screwed,” Joni panicked. “I tried looking for tracks and-and nothing man. Nothing,” he smacked his palms on his temples.

“There are two things we can do right now,” Manny gripped Joni on the shoulder for solace. “Maybe we could just wait it out here till we see a shirtless dude carrying a pretty in his arms. Or I reckon we still keep looking till daybreak. If we don’t find them, we retreat to the Manor,” he seethed his teeth.

***

Xander watched his young wolves search around for him and Catherine. He wanted to break free from the cloak to let them know they were safe and wouldn’t bother if it would be bad if the Alpha pack knew of this. Not only would he be called a liar but he would be stripped of his rank and title and cast out as an omega. A lone wolf with no pack.

The witch snapped him out of his illusion.

“Are you ready?” she asked in her raspy voice, staring her black eyes into his sudden emerald green eyes. His eyes have brightened from the dull grief and angst.

“I am,” he nodded.

Their hands were still intertwined. The witch closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She opened her eyes in shock and glared at Xander.

“You have to speak the truth,” her eyes widened. “The truth of the secret you have kept so long.”

Xander was struck with fear and knew no other way to confess his sin. His one great sin he deceived everyone about. Not the fallacy of Catherine’s involuntary manslaughter. He murdered his mate with his own hands.

***FLASHBACK***

They were just hit by a vehicle and were badly injured. Xander being a strong wolf was healing quickly. It appeared his mate was not. He looked up from the ground and noticed the hitter was unconscious in her car with her head bulging out the driver’s seat window. He looked back to his mate who was in a ghastly state.

The blood on the road was mostly hers. She was the one who held the rough end of the impact. They were bare and bloodied next to each other.

“Help me, Xander,” she winced.

She held out her hand to him. He took her palm and kissed her softly on the cheek. A tear rolled down the side of his left eye. He sought to put her out of her misery.

“It’s going to be okay,” he shushed her clamping her palm on her face, covering he mouth and her nose.

She struggled with the little strength she had left. He was barely putting in any effort. She wasn’t struggling anymore. She took her palm away and placed his head on her chest.

No heartbeat.

He rose up to his feet and staggered towards the car that hit them.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.