Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

The boulder shifted and toppled over. The witch’s eye widened. She just watched him make an attempt at survival. The alpha’s fist burst out of the hardened soil. He made an opening with the other hand and the rest of the body from his protruded.

He was soiled and his clothes were ragged. He stood and staggered forward. His eyes were closed. He looked up into the sky and little ounces of sand showered down from his head. He wiped his eyes and blinked at the crystal drop of rain that fell on his face silently.

“I see you have got heart,” the witch cocked her head opening her arms wide.

“You will never bring me down,” his breath shuddered. “She will come home with him,’ he pointed to Catherine, breathing heavily.”

The rain started and the oncoming wolves had seen the cabin. It was a stone’s throw away. They carefully meandered down the road with precise caution just in case of impending danger. Little did they know, the old witch had been awaiting.

She smiled when an image of their faces flashed before her eyes.

“I guess your pack is linked to you after all this pain and suffering you’ve endured,” she turned to Xander and lowered to the ground. Catherine’s body descended slowly behind her.

They were a few feet apart from each other. Xander held one last confrontation in his steps as he inched forward.

“I don’t care what you do to me,” he grunted. “If you’ve got a little conscience in that dark wilted heart of yours, let me see her.” He stiffened, “up close.”

She halted by him by standing in his way. She put her pointed her arms out at him.

“What?” he gestured.

Blood trickled down his head and his body was weak by just forming a stance alone. She could see him slightly fidgeting.

“I will have you know…” she placed her palms on each other and prodded. “You are the cause of why she is in this state.”

“That’s not possible,” he defended. “You speak nonsense,” he coughs out blood on his palm.

He limped past the old lady. He rushed to Catherine and stumbled to the ground next to her side. He raised her head on his chest. She opened her eyes. Her eyes glinted at the sight of Xander.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She placed her palm on his bruised face. She instilled a sense of calm in him. His eyelids drooped and he inhaled sharply from the pain he felt inside.

He was healing but not as fast. The injuries he sustained would instantly kill an able-bodied human and would be potently ghastly to the life of a supernatural. Any other supernatural; a werewolf would be down on their back in trembling breaths.

“You are really hurt,’ she said softly.

“I will protect you forever,” he groaned and shielded her in his arms.

“If you think that, then your mind is as frail as your predecessors,” the witch sneered. “Such questionable intelligence you all possess in your line.’

“What do you mean?” he looked at the witch with scorn.

“She needs protection from you and your kind. And not you protecting her,” the witch jaunted towards them. “You pose an imminent threat in her life Xander Marion.”

“You must be delirious,” he scoffed.

Although he was lost and confused he wouldn’t give in to helplessness just yet.

“Not everything works in the way you want,” the witch gestured. “Your father was a living example.”

Xander struggled to get to his feet holding Catherine by his side. He wobbled on his stance and was likely to collapse at any moment.

“Don’t you dare speak of my father like you knew the man,” he scowled.

“Trust me, I did,” the witch said confidently.

Xander made an effort to utter another word in anger. He felt his back reclining to hold a stance. He and Catherine dropped, luckily a trusted beta and delta were able to aid them by the shoulders before they both met the ground.

***

Xander sat on the grey field with Catherine laying her head on his lap. Her eyes were closed. The Alpha stroked her hair gently

Manny and Joni guarded Catherine and Xander from any potential threat the witch would throw at them. So they thought.

They were ready to charge at the old lady any second now.

Their eyes burned with passion to fight for their Alpha and Catherine to their death. Manny made the first move to attack the old lady.

“Stand down,” Xander cautioned with a wave.

Joni was surprised by the sudden regression. Manny held his ground and turned to his Alpha.

“I see they take after their Alpha,” the witch laughed. “The young beta would be swallowed into the ground if he made a stop in his steps,” the witch rubbed two fingers on her temple.

Manny felt disrespected. He wanted to charge at the old lady but he would be going his Alpha. Just like Jamal, he had grown more egotistical he clenched a fist by his side.

Joni awaited orders from the Alpha. He realized his Alpha wanted to take the conversation route with their foe. He slouched his shoulders when he noticed there was no cause for action.

It was obvious from the expression on their faces.

“If you think I’m going to let you leave here safely you are wrong,” the old witch glared at Xander.

“That’s what you think,” Xander scoffed. He placed gently placed Catherine’s sleeping head gently on the ground and pivoted to his feet.

“Is that a threat Marion?” the witch raised a brow.

“What does that sound like to you?” Manny interjected with a grin.

The witch shrugged him and turned to the Xander.

“You flare my words like they shouldn’t be heard,” the witch said sternly. “Don’t be stupid Marion.”

“That’s Alpha Xander to you bitch,” Manny spat down to her feet.

The witch flicked her wrist at him. Suddenly, Manny was manned to his knees and yelling in agony. The sound of his bones crackled. He curled on the ground afterward. His joints were undergoing a rearrangement.

Joni jolted in to help by landing a kick at the witch. His kick went right through her.

“Did she just phase?” Joni was whelmed with awe.

She appeared behind him. And again with a flick of a wrist, he contorted on the ground. His body shifted into positions as though it was a full moon.

The curse they all had to bear once a month. They experienced it on the spot.