Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

The room was dark with no shed of light. Mayfair circled around her like wildfire. Eve inhaled and exhaled. The coming and going of footsteps. She could hear but feared. Seeing no one but listening to the bellowing of the bloodsuckers.

She felt a slight pull on the back of her hair. Her face raised up to the ceiling. She saw dark spaces and hollow faces. A breath came down upon her eyes and asked…

Did you meet every wolf of the ratchet claw in the Alpha pack?

“I don’t know who the fourth pick was,” Eve breathed. “It just so happened… when I met the third guy, he didn’t know any of us.”

Eve felt the grip on her hair released. She lowered her head down her chest. The steps came to her front. Two hands clamped down on her shoulders. She felt the hair of the person trimming her open arms.

“And why is that?”

“I have no idea.”

“Ruben, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know Lillard?”

“Yeah he’s a beta, is he…?

“Yes, he is. Your fourth man,” the lady backed away slowly from Eve.

“Only Polo and I kept in touch.”

“It was the decision of the others not to know you too,” she said into Eve’s ears behind her.

“To not have their cover blown? We are not amateurs.”

“They didn’t want to lose their primary focus at the time. As you know, you all were given different tasks.”

“At least they could have reached out.”

“Not in the obvious. Ruben, he had Shawn to keep tabs on. And Lillard was gathering information on the betas, leaching off Eric.”

“Shawn? Fucking Shawn?”

“It appears Shawn had a past we were interested in.”

“For a while, I thought Jamal was the fourth. Seeming Faye was the one to be pried, not fucking Eric,” Eve clenched her fists tied behind the steel chair.

“It worked alright for Lillard. Eric was a big talker behind closed doors. And he had a secret in the Alpha Pack.”

“A secret? Quite a number of us know he likes boys,” Eve scoffed.

“That made Lillard an easy fit,” Mayfair tittered.

“It will be a matter of time before he is discovered. I doubt Ruben is doing fine now unless he had found a way to escape.”

“Lillard is not among the wolves of the Alpha pack. As we speak currently, he is on his way here.”

“And Ruben?”

“He has met an ugly fate.”

The lights came on at the center of the room. The vampires round the steel table on their steel chairs. They faced her with a look of satisfaction in their eyes.

Eve looked around for Mayfair. She turned left to see a young woman with long grey hair, eyes clear as crystals, and an endearing smile across her lips. The brown scarf and the frail apparel wouldn’t give it away. This was the old witch, Mayfair. She was now young in her eerie beauty.

“Why are they happy? And why am I still fucking tied up?”

Marco licked his bottom lip and rose from his chair, “You see darling… the werewolves,” he pointed with a slant pose walking to her, “you guys are no longer needed. As for your boy Lillard, he’s gonna die after he spills what he knows.”

Mayfair turned away from Eve’s side. Eve struggled with the rope and tilted her chair. The steel seat fell to the side. Eve hit her chin on the tiles of the basement.

“Where are you going?”

“We gave Mayfair an offer she couldn’t refuse,” Ophelia mounted her chin in her open palm on the center table.

“No hard feelings since we had a previous agreement,” Finley looked down pulling his fingers. “Okay, Marco you can go ahead,” he palmed his thins and glared at Eve on the ground.

“My pleasure,” Marco rubbed his palms and zoomed into Eve. He knelt to her side and picked her hair over her neck. He ran his fingers over her nape and smiled.

Tears rolled down Eve’s eyes.

“I promise you,” she grinned. “The ratchet claw will have their revenge.”

“Let them have it,” Ophelia snarled crossing her legs over Marco’s seat. “Save a bit for me there Marco.”

“You snooze you lose Deschanel,” Marco chuckled softly. He pushed Eve’s head to the ground and went down on her.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Mayfair took one last glance at Eve before Marco buried his fangs into her neck. She wished things had gone differently with the ratchet claw, but her initial plan was to wipe them out for the time being. She walked up the stairs. Eve’s screams faded behind her.

The wolf girl knew no merit to her death.

***ON THE FIELDS***

Xander buttoned the collar of his shirt. His body had been on display long enough.

“There are a few who are not present here with us,” Xander collected the bow from Joni. “Lillard Malcolm, Eve Brownstone, and Apollo Ruiz,” he picked an arrow from the hatch Manny held.

“We found Apollo-Polo dead in the woods. Lillard obviously ran, making an escape in the night.” Xander flicked his wrist, “The girl… we can track her with the scent of her blood.”

Joni held up the red scarf stained with deeper red for others to see.

“If you are all wondering, and for those who don’t know,” Xander’s eyes went round at the Alpha pack on their feet. “They don’t turn during the full moon. The ratchet claws aren’t as ruthless as we are. If they were, why the hell would they be hiding and lurking in our midst? They are weaker, not stronger. They may have stealth but we will find them and kill them.”

Xander’s eyes darted at Ruben being tied up to a pole by two betas.

The Alpha pack looked at one another. They were disturbed by the fact their walls were penetrated by folks who were just like them. Lillard was the only Beta listed. Eric’s eyebrows furrowed. He turned to Faye for a reaction. She had her thoughts on orders to be given afterward.

“Can’t wait to hunt down that bastard we were deceived by,” Faye shook her head. “You were slacking off Eric. You were really slacking off.”

“I will make up for it,” Eric inhaled sharply.

“No, we will.”

She didn’t give Eric the comfort of looking into her yellow-green eyes.

“Three. Fucking three,” Shawn hit his fingers on the chest of a delta next to him. “How could we let that happen?” he palmed the sides of his braids.

“We are gonna get them. Dead or alive,” the delta held his hand behind him looking sternly at Shawn.

“Too late for that,” Shawn picked at his ear lobes. “Polo is dead. Xander let me know, but I can say the same for Eve.”

“It’s a hard pill to swallow,” another delta steeped forward. “The happened right under our noses.”

“Save your scrutinizing Evan,” the first delta warned with a grim. “You are just as clueless as the rest of us.”

“That is what I am saying Andy,” Evan raised a brow.

“Just get prepared for a hunt,” Shawn gripped them by the shoulders. “The Alpha pack relied upon us. Fuck it, this is what we do, and-and we lost sight of it. We lose the sense of everything. We track and we observe, and we failed to do it among us.” Shawn inched forward looking into the eyes of deltas surrounding him.

Ruben was eyes closed and frail on the pole. Around his feet was a heap of hay. His hands were locked tight with cuffs on the pole. His clothes were stripped. His head was shaved and the delta with the coldest hearts were so close plucking his eyes out with their claws.

Xander arched his bow and keened his target on Ruben’s heart. The tip of the arrow was lighted with fire. Faye would have done the honors but Xander called the shots and made the shots. Now that the betas and deltas were awaiting a scolding after their charade the Alpha intervened.

Shawn just watched his formerly acclaimed delta with scorn.

“I’d like to say one thing to the traitor Alpha,” Shawn gesticulated.

Xander lowered his firing arm, “we have gotten all the answers from him. What else do you desire delta?”

“He was one of mine. At least we thought he was,” Shawn’s voice crescendos. “I’d like to beckon for the deltas to end him in a way we do our traitors.”

“No chance that’s happening,” Xander raised his firing arm. “I have still not pardoned the reckless behavior I met in the courtyard. I will assign you a mission with Eric to make up for that. Just the both of you, alone.”

Xander squinted an eye as he fixed a gaze on the line of sight of the arrow.

“Your wish is my command Alpha,” Shawn nodded.

Shawn stepped back and stood to watch with the Alpha.

Xander let loose of the arrow. It darted into Ruben’s chest. The fire dropped down on the hay. The fire spread fast around him. The hair on his chest singed. Ruben burned like the man in the fire painting. A frame held at the top shelf of the living room.

The images then ran through the mind of the treacherous delta. He let out no cry or wail. His death was sudden at the point of retrieval of the head of the arrow.

After the Alpha pack watched him burn to char, the deltas cleared the burnt remains from the site.

Faye and Shawn joined Xander walking back into the Manor. The other wolves scampered the fields and meandered the courtyard. A private was to be held in the Manor with no interference.