Alien Stage X Reader Novels & Stories

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

"Go bring that disgusting omega to the dungeon., I said with an evil smirk. I might as well clear off my mind a little bit. Well, I'm Xander James Williams, Son of the Alpha and Luna of Vengeful eyed pack, late Connor Eric Williams and Kayla Grace Williams. I am 24 years of age and I have not found my mate because I have been unable to travel long distances due to the rebuilding of the pack. I know one day, I would meet her. And my younger sister, Nicole Laura Williams. "She is there," Michael said. I smiled while picking a shirt and left for the dungeon. "Oh, hi, Ciara," I said in a mocking tone. "Alpha Xander, greetings to you." She said keeping her head bowed. "Oh, please, it is just the

“Anyway! Speaking of boys…” That was my warning sign. Darcy never started a sentence like that unless she was about to drop something nuclear. “Have you heard?” she whispered, leaning forward like the walls had ears. “No,” I said automatically, because Darcy always assumed I was living under a rock—which, to be fair, I kind of had been. Her grin spread. “Xavian Blackridge. Soccer captain. Alpha-born. Transferring here this semester.” My pen, which I’d been using to scribble my dorm room number on a sticky note, froze midair. My stomach did a slow, traitorous flip.

Trigger warning: This story contains explicit imagery the 'Fuck A Beast' fetish. Go to the next Story if this isn't your cup of tea. Chapter One: Break A Golden Rule Xylia’s POV ‘No matter what you do, never cross the lawn!!!’ Alpha Thor’s grim note echoed in my head. I've been his loyal mate for three months and not for once have I had a reason to question his words.

He heard everyone cheering as they continued. Alex couldn't help opening one of his eyes a tiny bit; when he did he saw Xavier staring at them like he was trying to decipher an impossible puzzle. Alex was taken back, especially when he made eye contact with his gazing eyes. Alex even bit his tongue, drawing a bit of blood from shock. He suddenly felt Alaster quickly pull away, not that he was complaining. The other smiled politely before stepping back a bit. "Sorry, but we'll have to continue this some other day," Alaster said before leaving the room closely followed by Xavier and Luca.

She had already confessed enough to justify what would happen next. “At the bonfire, Xander promised you that you would pray for death if you ever did anything to his Luna again. Do you remember?” She scoffed and shrugged her shoulder. “Xander’s not fucking here anymore, now is he?” Just then, the door to the room burst open, and in walked Xander, pure hate and ferocious rage rolling off him in waves. His eyes were jet black, his canines had extended, and his claws were protruding from his fingertips. Alastair was taking control, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

“I feel good. Thank you.” "Anytime, and this is just the beginning, Haylee. I can't wait to activate our private bond. I can only imagine the emotions that will come with it,” Alpha King Xalen said, but somehow I felt like he already knew how that would be because he had experienced it with Luna Queen Laura.

Xander’s POV The room buzzed with tension, the weight of Lydia’s testimony hanging heavy in the air like an approaching storm. My pulse hammered in my chest, each beat echoing the disbelief coursing through my veins. Alison, an Alpha's blood? No, it couldn’t be. But she was lying lifeless in my room? My throat felt dry as sand paper, my mind a whirlwind of doubts and fragmented truths. The room was suffocating, a mix of aged wood, the faint tang of ink from council documents, and the oppressive energy of too many power-hungry alphas confined in one space.

**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.

"I won't be distracted. Let me continue going through your book and draft." I smiled, and Xavier went back to reading. This time, his eyes widened as he turned the pages. He looked at me, his expression impressed. "Oh, my goodness, you write erotic scenes, Alice?" "Which romance writer doesn't?" I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Hmm…You're quite good," he smirked. "But different in real life. Are you certain you're the one that wrote this?" "Ugh!" I groaned, letting out a laugh and yanking my note from him.