Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

In the snare of night, she was prone to attack. She jolted afoot at the tree in front of her and turned over her body to the presence behind her. Xander crossed his arms above his head to shield the attack. She leaped off him and assumed an attitude of surrender.

“What are you actually doing here?” Xander dropped down his hands and inched forward.

“You are quick to ask questions,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I can ask you the same thing too, Xander.”

“You followed me, didn’t you?” he said. “Just when I thought you had stopped being obsessive,” he slapped his palm over his face and groaned. “Back off Faye. Just back the fuck off.”

“Don’t point your fingers at me,” she furrowed. “I know what you are doing. You have been acting suspicious and I am going to get to the root of it. Whoever it is you are protecting…” she turned to look around the bushes. “I will find out Xander. And trust me when I do, I will-

“Save the threats, Faye,” he jerked away. “I wish you could be more in your mind as you are on the outside.”

“You can’t hide her for long Xander,” Faye snarled. “I know she’s alive. Be it up north or down south, I will find her and kill her myself.”

She turned back to the wind blowing at her face. She took her eyes off Xander this once to pick a trail of Catherine and she heard him whisper, ‘There is no time for this.’

Xander had vanished after his words. She searched high on the tree branches. She ran fast, low on the ground. He was gone. She could not trace him anywhere.

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She headed back to the lonely narrow road to the Manor. After a forlorn attempt one more time chasing the wind. Dust on her boots. She tied her shirt around her waist. Her black top was spot in the night. She felt a surge in the light. Her body felt struck by a mild vibration. She heard silent and broken words in her head. She listened to the orders. Like an old lady telling a bedtime story to her.

She crawled up the gates when she saw Manny in the opposite direction with an unlikely familiar face. She felt angry to see Shirley. She had opposed Xander once for letting them beyond the gates at the ceremony. And now a beta had brought her in beyond the walls for the second time.

“He snuck her in,” Faye grimaced. “So unlucky, she wouldn’t be leaving here alive.”

Manny walked Shirley to the Car parked by the gate.

“You know I can just sleep over right?” Shirley opened the door of the car.

“And risk getting you out at daylight?” Manny held the door for her to go in. “No, that’s a hard pass girl,” he shook his head. Shirley lowered her head first into the car, carefully placing her legs on the foot mat.

“Yeah you’re right,” she rubbed her lips.

“I wanna see your cute little face another time,” he opened the door wide and leaned close to thumb her chin. “Maybe next time, I will come over and we can do this sneaky link thing again,” he smiled.

He stepped back and closed the car door lightly. He dropped his arms folded on the window pane and prodded his head.

She rested her back to the seat, “As good as that sounds-

“There’s a BUT isn’t there?” Manny turned his head down.

She raised his head high to kiss his lips. Manny’s eyes lit. She withdrew and pushed a finger to his lips, “We can hang out. Not at yours,” she glanced at the fountain-head down the fields. “Not at mine, just anywhere else. It’s outside, tons of places we can go, to be free with ourselves.”

“I would like that,” he crossed his legs on the door panel. “Okay, so let me just check outside the gates. I will be right back,” he smacked his lips and pushed back a foot from her.

He made a quick run to scout the gates. Xander wasn’t around and the only wolf he hadn’t seen was Faye. He made a detour around the gates for any unexpected appearances. He hastened his time walking down the road outside the Manor.

Shirley dropped down the front mirror. It was fuzzy from the cold air. She unhooked it and rubbed her fingers over it. She raised it up to see her face. She saw another face behind the car seat. She had thought of it to be a smudge on the mirror glass.

She had caught sudden fright. She didn’t look behind her. She looked out of the window. She wanted to yell at the top of her voice, but she relaxed her mind and checked the mirror again. She saw no face behind her just an empty backseat.

She hung it back up. She adjusted the clinch and looking into the mirror a red-haired woman sprung out from behind her. Faye covered Shirley’s mouth. The muffled screaming could not travel far to meet Manny outside.

Faye let go of her for a second. Shirley gasped for breath. A metal strip zip tie came over Shirley’s neck. Shirley tried to grab onto it before it cut through her neck. It slipped through the witch’s fingers. Faye pulled on both ends tightly.

The metal strip sizzled through Shirley’s neck. Shirley’s blood rained down her neck and down to her polka dot mini dress. Shirley made one last look into the side mirror directing at the gate. There was no sigh on Manny. Faye pulled hard and the strip sawed through Shirley’s neck.

Faye left the metal strip in the car. Shirley’s severed head toppled to her thighs. Faye was out of the backseat and faded into the shady corners of the gate. Manny walked back into the gates. He strutted to the side of the car.

He tried to make a slight scare at his girl. Unaware of him, she was dead. He was caught by the scare of his life.