Bound by Moonlight; A Night with the Alpha

Maya's POV: The image of Martin lying on that ICU bed made me take a hard draw from my cigarette as both the satisfaction and smoke filled my lungs, but it soon got cut off by the wheeze I let out. It was a sign that I really needed to cut back on my daily intake, but that was the least of my problems right now. I took out the cancer-prone object that was between my lips and stared at it for a longer time than a normal person would before I dropped it on the floor to crush it. The cold night's breeze blew gently but managed to roughen my hair that I had used a lot of chemicals to put in place. Cussing with irritation at no particular person, I pushed the black strands that had gone crazy back to their position. My chest was still hurting from crying a tiny bit and the choker Cheryl decided to force on my neck wasn't even helping matters. My mother was the one who put the bad events that ruined my day into motion. Only if she had kept quiet…no, only if she didn't make that foolish decision for me. “You're Amaya Kanati and my perfect child,” she had said in the morning when I didn't agree with the announcement she made. My family was toxic, so it wouldn't be a surprise that the college kid who kills supernatural beings who cross the line was the perfect one and not my elder sister, Selene, who prefers spending her time playing the piano and exhibiting feminine traits. I grew up to realise that my mother was a really controlling person, but I never expected her to be so controlling to the extent of engaging me with a stranger when she had the liberty to choose during her time. I suddenly remembered the way my father was massaging her feet as she announced and didn't stop when I asked him to help me convince her. Honestly, I have no idea why I thought my father, who changed his name from Juan Lopez to Davison Kanati just to please my dear mother, would go against her words. He was the reason I made sure to go for a man who was nonchalant, because I always felt sick in the stomach whenever I saw him simping for my mother. The neon signboard distracted me from the annoying memory when it flickered. My mind briefly went to the incident that had happened a few days ago where a signboard fell on a man and broke his head. I moved away to the other side because as much as I encountered issues that made me so tired of this world, I still wasn't ready to die, especially when there could be a change. “I'm not getting married to a total stranger,” I had told my mother before driving to my boyfriend's place. Some people in my shoes would have probably started crying, but I was livid and wanted nothing more than to kill a supernatural. Maybe I should have done that instead of going to meet my boyfriend because that way, I wouldn't have found out that he was cheating on me with a wench. It was still hurting me a lot that I had not been able to claw her eyes out just because she ran away with the duvet over her head. See, I'm the type who has made an internal resolution that in a situation where someone cheats on me, I was going to attack the man because the girl was probably a victim too. However…emphasis on that however, that girl knew that he had a girlfriend because she ran away instead of standing up to confront me and my foolish boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend- Martin. The i***t still had the audacity to tell me that I was overreacting and needed to “chill”. I picked a new cigarette and used my lighter to put it to work. I exhaled loudly and watched the smoke dissipate into thin air as I reminisced on the brief feeling of satisfaction that engulfed my body when a sickening crack filled the room when his head met with the lampstand. Did I want to kill him? Yes Did I kill him? Of course not, because even though it was easy for me to get away with it, since my family has connections with the higher-ups and they could easily frame him for something, he wasn't worth the stress. Once again, most people in my situation would rush into an arranged marriage as some sort of revenge over a man who doesn't care about it and they only ever wanted the lady for her body. I wasn't going to be one of those people though, and I was definitely going to find a way to get out of the arranged marriage. I'm only here because I couldn't concentrate on my books and my friend Cheryl suggested partying. I shouldn't have agreed and probably bought a bucket of ice cream while watching a horror movie because I wasn't even enjoying it here. “Maya, there you are!” My friend's voice caught my attention and there she was, right in front of the club. The joy in her eyes as she danced without a care for the world made a pang of jealousy hit me. I wasn't one of those people who spent their whole lives sulking and moaning about how they wished they were living someone else's life. “What are you doing out here?” she asked as if it wasn't obvious that I came out to breathe in fresh air. “Come in,” she said to me before moving closer with her hands outstretched. I stared at her with horror then proceeded to shake my head vehemently. I didn't want to enter that place that was hot as hell and the sweaty bodies? Don't even get me started on that. “What's wrong?” she asked me with a frown as her doe eyes glistened when a car’s headlights shone on them. “I'm not going into that place,” I said before glancing behind her to give the club a disgusted look. The thing here is that I never expected it to be a club that both humans and supernaturals could attend, especially a specific supernatural being that I hated the most. “Is it because there are werewolves there?” she asked me with a pointed look that made it clear that even if I argued, she would know that I was lying. “Where do you want to go then?” she asked another question after I spent about two minutes just staring at her. I looked around for a signboard that would attract my attention out of all the ones out here because I knew that Cheryl wasn't going to leave me to stand outside all night. “There,” I said to her before pointing to a bar that was three blocks away. The look on Cheryl's face told me that she didn't want to go there, and I didn't want to impose because I easily feel bad for…humans. “You don't have to follow me,” I said to her even though the purpose of coming out tonight was to cheer me up. “Are you sure?” she asked with a frown etched on her face as she scratched her neck. I frowned as I stared down at her nails because I knew that these weren't the acrylic nails she had a few days ago and these ones looked f- “I have to go then,” she responded excitedly before patting my arm and walking back into the club. I let out a sigh and dropped the cigarette in my hand before leaving the bass that boomed from the club to the bar. Just like I hoped it was quiet and had the exact environment so I ordered my first drink. Before I knew it, the thought of my mother and my ex had me on my fifth shot. I didn't really care even as my head spun or when a stranger touched me. I would have normally slammed the fool on the floor by now, but I wasn't in the mood. “I don't think she wants that,” a gruff voice cut through the soft music and that made me tilt my head to check the neighbour that I had not noticed earlier.