Dax Project X Novels & Stories

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.

Alex stood close to a graceful non-public jet, his palms in his pockets, his posture tense. “Anita,” he is known as , his voice sporting throughout the open space. “Thank you for coming.” Ethan stepped in front of me, his gun drawn. “Cut the small talk. Why are we here?” Alex raised his palms in a gesture of peace. “I'm no longer your enemy. I need to help you finish what you have started .” The Warning Alex passed me a slender folder, his expression grim. “This is the whole thing I’ve exposed about Dominion’s contingency plan. They are known as Project Phoenix. It’s designed to rebuild their community from the ashes—faster, stronger, and absolutely decentralized.”

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.

As soon as Damon spoke, Xander nodded in agreement. "That could work, but Charles must have some backup plan. If we can’t strike at his weak spot, getting him to come back for work won’t be so simple." There was a brief silence in the room before they both spoke at once. "The PB Project!" The PB Project was the biggest project of Whitman’s company, and its success or failure would determine the company’s future. If something went wrong with the project, Charles would have no choice but to rush back. With a shared goal, they put their rivalry aside and teamed up to target the project.