Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

She had closed her eyes to enter a deep sleep and awoke in her former reality. Everything was gradual with meager tensions, although could be life-threatening but not on a daily. Her lonely way of life was termed her normal way of life. Post-Jack.

Her apartment was as hollow as her state of mind. She crashed on the bed after a tiresome ride from the land of husky and fiery men and women alike. She wanted her extant and plain ambiance.

She was shocked to see her plants still green and alive. Odd, she thought. A note was laid in her drawer next to her bed. It was neatly folded in a brown envelope, sealed with a paw.

Oh, how surprising from The Big Bad Wolf.

She peeled the seal and opened the letter. The sun was scorching the note, she pulled down the curtains and sat across her pillow. The letter read;

Dear Catherine

However, this may find you, in your deepest of hearts. You were a target on my back for a time, an option to center my flaws and iniquities. I regret my unthoughtful actions. I came to realize I paid attention to how situations affected me and not how it put our life at risk, severally. The only that binds us is the memory of us, and also the ceremonial night we shared. It is your choice to complete the last stages of being a werewolf, life-changing as it is, there are coping mechanisms. The bite has left you victim to a penetrable mind and distressed body. Despite that, you showed your strengths in weaknesses. We lack intimacy and do not share anything mutual, but I give you this, the promise I fulfilled; if you look back on your drawer is an underlying note where a check has been written in your name. To settle for your losses and to seal the Luna Contract between us.

P. S.: The Big Bad Wolf Will Never Forget Catherine.

She squeezed the note after confirming the check was right there. She tossed the note in the trashcan on her way to the bank. “I have to get back to my life, so here I am getting started,” She muttered silently to herself on the streets. The bank was a block down from her apartment, she would cash in immediately to clear her outstanding debts and loans.

***

Three weeks had passed and she was merry in her new flamboyant life. Not bothered about paying the next rent for the first time. She was back to redo her final thesis in college. She was close to the conclusion and would turn it in the next morning. That night, she had planned a date with Finley a transfer student in her class.

She took a cab home. She arrived at her apartment building looking bleak and unloved, unaltered by the city lights. She would be moving out by the end of the week. She went up the stairs searching her bag for her keys. She heard a loud thud in from her room.

She dropped her bag when she met the door of her room open. Her heart was racing, her blood pumped intensively through her veins. She trembled as she took the next step towards the invader. Xander rubbed off a bit of blazing confidence on her.

She took her lamp and tiptoed behind a hooded person rummaging through her closet. Two feet away from the intruder, she steadied and swung the lamp on their head. It broke on the latter, and that instant they landed face-first to the ground.

She took off the hood and turned the intruder over. The blonde curled over her darkened eyes, she had wrinkles on her edges. The last time she saw Mary, it was an unconventional confrontation with her ex.

***

Moments later Mary’s eyes glistened from the reflection of the flashlight Catherine pointed in her face. She had Mary zip-tied to her bed stand. Mary screamed like a victim when she saw Catherine hovering above her.

“Shut up!” Catherine snapped. She pricked Mary hard on the cheek.

Catherine’s phone buzzed on the bed. Finley called. She would have to rain-check because of the absurd break-in..

“Ow, what gives?”

“You ask that? You crazy bitch!”

“It’s not what you think Catherine please listen-”

“I’m not listening to any word from your traitorous mouth.”

“I’ll tell you-I’ll tell you,” Mary begged.

“Tell me what?”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Someone knocked on the door. Catherine had to cover Mary with her sheets. She looked through the door-hole and saw a tall-skinned Finley with bloodlust eyes.

She stepped back slowly and tripped on a shoe. Shushing Mary as she fell over her. It was like she imagined when Xander depicted the appearance of a typical bloodsucker. She had just met this fella. Unlucky for her, Xander’s influence had attracted his enemies to her. She is once again a target on his back.