Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

They were the closest of friends. They shared everything together. Now exes? That was over the line. Mary was with Catherine during the sad breakup with Jack.

Here she is now, hand in hand with Catherine’s ex. They snuggled each other and giggled in their little matrimony. This is hard to watch.

Catherine walked right into the boutique.

“Mary you bitch!” She yelled.

It was just four of them in the shop, with the cashier included.

Catherine’s voice got everyone turning their face to her.

Jack poised like the arrogant man he was. Mary was in awe. The cashier had her clamped her hands over her mouth, she could sense the intensity in the room.

Mary returned an outfit back on the line, “Oh you’re back Catherine?” she asked faking a smile.

Catherine dropped her bag on the ground and ran to where Catherine stood.

“You conniving-”

Jack got in her way.

He looked at the cashier, “Call the security woman.”

Catherine pushed him to the counter. Mary turned to run out back, and Catherine pulled her long curls from behind.

“Please Catherine calm down,” Mary begged.

“Shut up,” Catherine grimaced.

She pushed her on Jack.

“You know I’ve had it with your jealousy,” Mary said.

Mary tried to put her hands on Catherine. Catherine reacted quickly and smacked her across the face.

“Jealousy?!” Catherine groaned.

Jack held Mary back.

“Leave!” Jack yelled. “You crazy bitch.”

Tears filled Catherine’s eyes. “I wish you the very fucking best!” Catherine scorned.

She walked out smashing the door of the boutique hard.

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FLASHBACK

She trimmed her fingers down Catherine’s hair. Catherine looked up at the ceiling, tearing rippling down the sides of her face. She was deeply heartbroken tonight. The best person in her life turned out to be the worst. Jack left her broken that night.

“I should have seen it coming,” Catherine cried.

“He doesn’t deserve a precious one like you,” Mary consoled.

Elli couldn’t hold back the heavy tears.

Mary adjusted the pillow behind Catherine’s head, “Let it all out now… wash away the thoughts of him.”

“Mary… do you ever think I will be loved?” Catherine sniffled.

Mary batted her eyebrows.

“Of course, you will,” Mary said lightening up Catherine’s mood. “Any man will be lucky to have someone like you in their life.”

“Maybe I’m the unlucky one,” Catherine whimpered.

Mary snapped her fingers at Catherine, “Don’t ever say that again.” She went on wiping the tears on Catherine’s face with her thumbs, “As for Jack-

“Don’t say his name,” Catherine grinned.

Mary raised her hands in the air and lowered them slowly, “Alright… that Asshole will regret ever hurting you.”

“That’s fine,” Catherine let out a faint laugh. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Always my pleasure girl,” Mary said with a wide smile.

They embraced. This was the comfort Catherine needed to mend her broken heart. “You will find love again,” Catherine silently told herself over and over till she repressed the heartbreak memory.

“This wasn’t working,” she let go of Mary.

Catherine got up and grabbed her keys from the table.

“Where are you going?” Mary asked.

Catherine opened the door, “To find love again, even if I die finding it,” she grinned.

“You are talking with a shattered mind and heart,” Mary said.

Mary got up and walked to take the eyes from her friend.

Catherine wouldn’t let go of the key. She pushed Mary in the process.

“I’m sorry,” Catherine said.

She walked out with her eyes dried with tears. She left the door open with Mary sitting on the ground in awe.

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THE PRESENT

Catherine didn’t look back at the shop. Her emotions came rushing back in. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

She held back her tears and sniffed, “Not now.”

She couldn’t exchange pleasantries with the people that greeted her on the streets. Her voice trembled when she tried to speak. The day was bright but her heart was blighted with an unsettled mind.

She stumbled into the middle of the road. A car almost hit her. “Move it, lady,” the driver grunted.

She got back on her feet and ran to the other side of the road.

The indistinct chatter buzzed around her. She covered her ears and faced down the walk to her car.

She got to her car. She stared at her sorrowful reflection, “You are strong,” she said to herself.

She got in her car and pulled out a mirror. She saw her sorry face and yelled, “You are strong dammit!”

The tears started and she covered her hands over her face.

She let her hands down slowly. She grabbed a tissue from the safe and blew her nose.

“I need to back to my life with the pack. I am not fit for the mundane life anymore,” she thought to herself.

She took a deep breath and started the engine.

***

She drove past the scanty trees. The road was dark and gloomy. She stepped on the gas and the flashes of the night were fading into her mind.

“I killed someone,” she muttered. “-I will kill again to activate the curse. Willingly this time. It won’t be an accident and we can’t blame it on the influence. I will be one of them-the pack.”

The car was about to hit a speed bump, she stomped on the break.

She saw the roof of the pack house from a short distance. She drove a few meters and she reached the gates.

Jackson was driving out. He had an angry look on his face.

“I guess he didn’t see me,” she thought.

She parked outside and walked inside.

The pack house was awfully quiet. The boys were not out on the fields or the barn. On nights like this, the pack would have set a bonfire outside. Friday nights.

The courtyard was grim like a graveyard. She looked up at the balcony. On the left was Faye’s room. In the middle and on the right was hers and Xander’s.

No one was up there. She dipped her hand in the fountain to feel something cold on her skin.

She heard inaudible conversations from above, coming from Xander’s quarters.

Xander and Faye appeared on the balcony. They were having an argument, it was less heated than they always had.

He was going back inside.

Catherine looked up, and saw Faye pulling Xander back.

Faye made eye contact with her, “uh!” Catherine gasped.

Faye pressed her lips on Xander’s. Holding her hands behind his head. He wasn’t pulling away quickly.

Catherine watched in despair.