Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

The night was set in the mood of the fight. As if the forest was not there, a rush of wind came at the six of them on the road. Their cloaks were floating in the air. The werewolves stood in a wide stance.

Joni drew in a long breath, “Let go of me, you bastard.” He slaps at Finley’s hold on his neck.

“Die, you wretched mutt,” Finley’s nails scratched deep into Joni’s neck.

Xander leaped at Finley. Marco rushed at the Alpha’s legs. They both rumbled in the dirt. Manny was the only viable option. Joni was beginning to lose consciousness. He was bleeding down his neck.

Ophelia crawled away on the ground. She didn’t want to be spotted as an easy target. As frantic as Manny was, he didn’t hold back. He pounced on her and bit into Ophelia’s arm on the ground.

The vampire shrieked. Finley dropped Joni to the ground and turned back to see to Ophelia. Joni wrapped his palms around his neck. Manny wasn’t relentless but he gave it a shot. He went head-on with Finley.

Ophelia was bitten by a werewolf. She will be caused to suffer a detriment that can’t exceed healing. Just as the witch had predicted. Today was her death call. She lives to see past this hollow night.

She ripped at her cloak and tied it around the end surface of the bite. The bite had spread dark veiny lines over her forearm. She squelched pressing against the open wound.

“That’s futile,” Manny smiled. “You are done for bloodsucker.”

“Prepare to meet your end,” Finley stabbed a finger at the beta.

Manny leaned forward and balled his fists. Like a wave in the air, Finley came up behind him. Manny turned with a curious stiff. The vampire punched him in the face. The heavy blow set the beta down a knee.

Marco and Xander separated from themselves and stared eye each other dead in the eyes.

“I’m not scared of you,” Marco punched into his fast raising a brow.

Xander knew the Vampire would come at him fast. He had to make firm and precise movements towards the attack. All the more, he wasn’t scared. He had the upper hand, now that the grey-haired was weak on the ground.

“You should,” Xander glanced at Ophelia on the ground and looked back at Marco.

“She got unlucky,” Marco wiped a sniffle. “Let’s see what you got bitch.”

Xander ran at him. The vampire front flipped over Xander. He jerked back a kick on the Alpha landing to the ground. Xander staggered to the feet and maintained composure.

Manny was hit severally on the ground till his eyes were bulgy and his nose bled out. This wasn’t like the time on the mission with the rogues. He had given in to fear and let Finley take control of the fight. He lay on the ground like a punching bag.

Ophelia knew there was nothing for her here. She made eye contact with Joni, who was now on his feet standing tall. She dashed away up the road. The delta let her go. He kicked Finley off Manny.

It was in a brevity of the moment, that Finley turned around and struck Joni on the head with a kick. The delta was slow to evade. Manny came to his right state of mind. He took Finley to bite the legs and reached to bite him. The vampire kicked away and jumped back.

Finley realized the blue blood had been lost. This was not how it was planned to go down. He could fight with the delta and beta but they weren’t worth it. He wanted to get back at the Alpha at all costs, but tonight was not the night.

Marco was too cocky in his runs. Xander caught him with a punch in the gut. The vampire lowered and stepped back. Xander came with a kick. Finley rushed to Marco’s aid. He held the kick over Marco’s head.

“Run, now!” Finley warned.

“I am not a runner,” Marco got to his feet.

Xander came at Finley’s head with another kick. Finley stumbled into Marco. Marco held him from falling.

“Let’s retreat for now,” Finley grunted into Marco’s ear. “Ophelia…”

Manny was sadly enlightened she was on death row. He gritted his teeth and clung to Finley.

Manny and Joni were close to surrounding the Vampires. The Vampire sped away right beside them. The wind almost knocked Manny off his feet.

“Should we go after them?” Manny jutted his chin.

“You’re hurt I’ll go with the Alpha,” Joni put his arm over Manny.

“Get off me,” Manny jerked away.

“Relax now boys,” Xander stared up the dark road and turned to them. “No one is going after anybody.”

“What?” Manny held his side clenching a fist. “They attacked us.”

“No. They attacked me,” Xander looked up. “I was targeted. If you guys hadn’t come around…” he looked down pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know… they would have killed me. They had all the time. They stalled,” Xander breathed out dropping his palms to his thighs.

“We are glad we were of help Alpha,” Joni nodded.

“Too bad they got away,” Manny hissed.

“I admire the courage you both have shown,” he waved a finger at them. “You got hurt in the process. And yet you both remained, defending with pride by my side.”

“How did they even know where you were?” Joni’s eyes widened, with his arms akimbo.

“They were obviously keeping tabs,” Manny coughed folding his arms over his chest. “Thanks to those fucking ratchet claws. That Lillard son of a bitch surely filled them in. I swear if I get to see that little-

“He’s probably dead,” Xander jammed his hands in his pockets and walked up the road. “Those guys don’t like they want to associate themselves with wolves of any kind.”

“Gosh, man. That means they’ve got eyes on us,” Joni breathed into his palms increasing the pace in his steps. “The Alpha pack will really have something to worry about now,” Joni turned to glance at Manny behind to get a reaction.

Manny looked away dragging his feet behind them.

“No word of to the pack,” Xander halted. He turned back with a grim, “Like I said, they targeted me. This has nothing to do with the pack. Get that into your thick skulls.”

Manny slack-jawed, “Y-yeah… we won’t say anything right Joni?”

Joni nodded quickly, “Not a word.”

Xander turned back to the road walking up. The gates can be seen in a short distance. The beta and the delta glared at each other worried about Xander.

The Alpha rambled in his mind walking into the open gates. Joseph Fletcher.

***

Ophelia wouldn’t stop running. She was on the highway. Her vision was so blurry couldn’t see the edge of the cliff. She stubbed her foot and fell through. A hand caught on to her cloak.

“Stay with me,” Marco groaned pulling her up. “I have got you, Ophelia.”

Finley helped with a hand. They placed her gently on the side of the road. Her eyes were too red around the corners. Her body was shaky and she was panting.

“Don’t let me die, Finley,” she whimpered. “Don’t let me go,” she cried tugging at the collar of Marco’s cloak.

Marco turned to Finley. His palms were shaking and he didn’t want to turn to Ophelia’s bloodstained crystal eyes. Finley held both of their hands tightly.

“Ophelia… I don’t want you to suffer,” he watched the dark lines spreading to her neck. “The bite has spread so far, immense pain awaits. I can’t let that happen.” He sniffed shaking his head.

“The old witch said it man,” Marco saddened.

“Shut up about Mayfair,” Finley took Marco’s hand off Ophelia’s. “You don’t know shit. I knew it was a bluff. This… this was just an unfortunate coincidence.”

“Coincidence?!” Marco gasped in disbelief. “You were there. You sat still watching her threaten Ophelia. You did nothing man,” he furrowed.

Finley grimaced, “You don’t want to start this.”

Ophelia wheezed in pain, “It hurts.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Marco completed go snapping a branch to stake her heart, or rather, ripping her heart out from her chest with his bare hands. He looked at his hands and up at the little tree on the rocks of the highway.

Finley places his right palm over her chest, “It will be over soon.”

Ophelia closed her eyes and let out a faint gasp.

Marco was upset Finley jumped to a conclusion, “You can’t just-

Finley lunged his hand into her chest and pulled out her heart.

Finley’s eyes were darkened, “They will pay for what they have done.”

“Shit!” Marco clasped his hands behind his head and walked away.

Finley stood over her body and watched it crack up in a white flame. The body of a Vampire cremating itself after sudden death. From corpse to ashes.

Finley rolled a sleeve over the organ in his hand. He kept it underneath his cloak. He gathered her ashes in a pile. As blue blood would have it, they scattered the ashes of their own in the nearest body of water. To symbolize the ongoing journey in the blue.