Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

On the usual nights, he spent with girls, he wasn’t the one to get cozy with them for a forbearing long time. Catherine was an exception, he stuck with her. Their warm bodies were making indirect contact every time he moved a limb or a turn to any side of the bed.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Her nose made silent snoozes. He was sure she was asleep and wanted to pull away. This was the time to leave, he thought. She held on to his arms around her. It was getting uncomfortable for the lower part of his body. Although pleasurable for the areas around his groin.

He withdrew one hand from her and obscured the lower part of his body. The long hours were overdue. He had no choice but to give in and break the walls of his self-conscious celibacy. She tendered her behind against him. It was nothing but a mild sensual act.

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The mind can bend and be broken. Her mind was pallid and the light in her dreams was waning. The ground around her was desolate and barren. She touched her hair. The length was short and she thought back on her childhood, playing in the lavender garden. She felt small and unsafe in her downsized trench coat. She stood outside the condo watching a man in a dark brown suit come out the door. He made heavy steps towards her, taking off his blazer, and then his waistcoat.

He tossed the upper part of his clothing to the ground. His bare body was spotless and shining in the dark. Right up to his light blue eyes. He pushes up his glasses with his finger and drops down his hand swivels his hair down with the other hand.

She looked down at the lavender scattered on the ground. Out of the blue they had sprung out. She could still smell them. And that could define the realness of whatever was going on. Her fears were still rising amidst the presence of the man.

He tilted his head at her. He made a sparkle of a smile. She stepped back slowly as she gained recognition of who he was. He ran to her with mouth out sticking out long venomous fangs.

She made a run for it. Her steps were not making any progress. She looked back and the presence dashed before her. He took her by the neck and bent her over. He licked through her veiny neck and ran his fangs across.

Her view of the condo was upside down as she was held by him. She stretched out her arm to call for help. Her body was not in favor of her attempt to cry for help. The fangs went deep into her.

She woke up sweaty and panting from a terrible and almost realistic nightmare. Xander was next to her eyes closed and his were buried in-between his thighs. He cooed like a baby bird in the nest. As much as she wanted to keep lying next to him she couldn’t. She got up and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was dark but light came from a side of the window. She walked like she knew her way around. She took a glass of water and noticed a shadow growing large behind her. She turned back to see a tall slim dark figure with pale skin, red eyes, and protruding sharp fangs.

“Help!” she shrieked. She fell to her back and knocked a few things off the table behind her.

“Catherine!” Xander came running into the kitchen.

Xander rushed to her on the ground. He held her from behind the shoulders and got her up slowly. Her feet couldn’t rise from the ground. She was like a helpless potato struck gripped with fear from the sight of a dangerous animosity.

Her breath was shaky as she carried her to the room. He placed her gently on the bed. She was brought back from her jolted mind slowly when he hugged her tightly on the bed.

“I have got you, Catherine. It’s me and you,” he leaned back gently to look into her shaken green eyes. “I am here. I am not going anywhere. Nothing is going to hurt you as long as I’m around.

She laid to the side. He made her comfy in the middle of the bed and slowly came off the mattress.

“You are safe,” he muttered.

He went outside in search of any connecting dots. This was an odd thing to happen in the middle of the night.

This could have been a psychological attack or worse someone had found out about this place and was here to hurt Catherine.

He was on the porch and not only a werewolf supernatural eyes would see the abnormally big footprints that made a trail on the ground right from the door of the condo. It wasn’t the usual marks of the werewolf stepping toes or a regular human. It was something else, sinister.

He rushed back inside and gasped for air. The fear in him sparked out of nowhere. He wouldn’t want Catherine to see him startled more or less scared.

He almost tripped on the steps. He clung to the balustrades and thought of the safety of Catherine. A loved one. One he realized how much he cared for.

He took his burner phone and called an emergency contact.

“Yes it’s me,” he breathed out.

He got to his feet and walked up and about the room. He made sure not to wake up Catherine with the slightest sound. He carefully made his steps minding a disturbance or any form of distress.

“There is a change of plans,” he scattered his hand in his hair. “We are going to have to move away from here.” He walked back and forth, putting one hand on his hip.

“Yes, I know what happened last time. It’s the only option,” he made a stop at the center of the room with a frail stomp on the carpet. He looked back to check if she had woken up by the sound. She was still sound asleep.

“You do that and report back to me,” Xander sat on the edge of the bed. “Stay alert Manny.”

He switched off the burner phone and aid his back to rest. He put his palms over his face and let out a groan. This time Catherine opened her eyes.

“Are we moving?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he said rubbing his eyes. “If it comes to it which it may, then we will.”

She laid her head back on the pillow. He sat across just watching her sleep with a peace of mind he so wished for.