Novel & Cerita Dax Project X

Dax nodded once but he did not continue immediately. I looked at him and understood. This was not the only reason he had called them here. His fingers tightened slightly on the table, and something in his face shifted, not enough for everyone to see perhaps, but I saw it. The same hesitation from last night and that same weight. He wanted to say something else. Not about spies or Jasper only. Something that had been sitting between these siblings for years, gathering dust and bitterness and old grief. He wanted to apologize to Asher, maybe to all of them, but the words were not coming easily because Dax was not a man trained for apology. He was trained for command, protection, punishment and

Since I had no medical training, I truly acted as an office manager only. Dax was in and out a lot. He was here a good bit during the day but also had work to do on other projects at the house. I'd yet to find out what Dax was doing in the building behind the main house, but he assured me today was the day he and Shelly would fill me in on their secret.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“Astrella, talk. Now.” "Dax, they need you at the base. I'll handle this," Xanthe nudged him. Dax rolled his eyes dramatically. "Come on, at this moment?" "Yeah, they need you more over there," Xanthe insisted. Dax sighed exasperatedly. "Fine. You'll handle this." He snapped before turning to me, his gaze lingering. "I'll be back." I nodded, watching as he stormed off, his frustration evident in every step.

Dax said, without looking up. “It is not a normal project,” Ro said. “I’ve built the digital mockups. I’ve seen what this looks like at scale. This is the best thing we’ve made since I’ve been here.” “You’ve been here eight months,” Dax said. “I know what I’m saying.” Petra looked up from her spreadsheet. “He’s not wrong.”

XADEN Dax, my private investigator stammered, "Y-yes, Alpha Xaden. I'll try." "Try? You'd better do more than try. You’d deliver!" I squeezed the phone so hard it creaked, the plastic digging into my flesh. I kept squeezing, crushing the phone in my hand, the device shattering into pieces. I smashed what was left of it against the wall, the remains flying across the room. I would stop at nothing to get what I needed. Nothing.

Xander had to calm himself down first and let Dara clear his mind as well. The first thing that went wrong was, of course, Xander not explaining who his new secretary, Axel, was. The second thing that became a problem was that Axel often no longer returned home to see Dara, and of course Dara felt suspicious and hired spies to spy on her son's activities, and the fact that Dara responded was not entirely wrong. Tessa is not a prostitute, and Xander would not be so stupid as to hire Tessa's services to help his son. ****

Xavier mused. “Besides, Axel had never really fit into pack life. Also, with not having a wolf…” “From the call last night, I assume you’ve devised a plan for the twins?” Axel inquired, his curiosity piqued. Xavier affirmed his suspicion with a nod and then proceeded to elaborate on his strategies, articulating a sense of purpose in his words. “And what about the JT project?” Axel asked. “Eva will be returning to work soon. There’s not much we can do at the moment. Daisy has to remain at the hospital for a few more months,” Xavier revealed, a tinge of melancholy woven into his words.

I’m forty-two years old, married for fourteen years, and I just made up some bullshit excuse about a flickering light just to get close to the twenty-five-year-old bombshell next door. My name is Dax. I own a small construction company, so my body stays strong—broad shoulders, calloused hands, the kind of build that comes from years of real physical work. Salt-and-pepper hair, deep voice. From the outside, I look like the guy who has it all together. But inside? I’ve been starving for months.

Damian "But you're right, it's a big project. The project is a big deal and I'm not just going to pick random competence-lacking garages in the making," he said and the smile on my face wore off immediately. "Of course, I'm not referring to Nexus Consolidated," he added and the corner of his lips raised into a faint smirk. "Hmm." I simply nodded. "I'm here because I wanted to take a look at past projects that Nexus Consolidated has handled," Xander said and I intertwined my fingers on the desk.