Dottore X Aether Novels & Stories

Xander spoke first. “How long?” The doctor hesitated. “Forty-eight hours. Maybe less.” The words landed like a death sentence. Tristan’s entire body went rigid. “Is there a cure?” Xavier hesitated again. “There is one method,” he said carefully. “Then say it,” Xander snapped. The doctor looked between the two Alphas. Neither of them were going to like what he was about to say. “The only way to stabilize the marks is through Alpha pheromone balance.”

The healer didn't seem phased by my attitude as all his attention was focused on Xander. “Why is he shaking so much?" I whispered, placing my hand on my chest as tears burned my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I had to be strong for him. “His body is fighting…” the healer said as he placed his hand on Xander's chest like he was looking for something. “This is so strange. I've never seen anything like this." the healer whispered as he exchanged a look with the doctor. “You said his body is fighting something, what is it?" Matteo asked as they continued holding Xander down.

, Erica mumbled, slouching back in the seat. "Hm?" "He never told me the consequences of rejection", she said in a clipped tone. "I also found out that my power is Aether and not air", she added. "Aether?" Xavier repeated confusedly. "Yes. Apparently, I can fuse two elements together", she briefed as she glanced at Xavier who looked quite impressed. "And your aura detection?" Xavier queried making Erica chuckled. "Aura detection? Xavier, am I a machine?" Erica feigned a glare which was promptly ignored.

I wasn't Sereia anymore; I was a Conductive Trace in a planetary-scale circuit. "Xander!" I roared, my voice sounding like a chorus of ancient dragons. "I can't ground this much data! I need a Heatsink! I need the Wolf!" The sound of my voice—the raw, Administrative authority of it—cut through the tuning fork’s resonance like a command prompt. Xander’s eyes snapped open, the white light of our 150% sync returning with a vengeance. He didn't stand up. He lunged forward on all fours, his silver aura erupting in a massive, protective shield. He grabbed my waist, his touch a freezing, grounding force that allowed the excess voltage to bleed out of my body and into his own indestructible Alpha fr

Aether's Obsession is an explicit 18+ MM sci-fi romance. Contains **graphic sexual content** including: - Detailed oral, anal, fingering, rimming, and penetration scenes - Edging, teasing, marking (bites/bruises), possessive/dominant dynamics - Alien biology (ridges, self-lubrication, heat-like responses) - Size difference, power imbalance, and mild dub-con elements (biological compulsion/heat) Additional mature themes;

I was waiting. The pressure crushing my lungs eases slightly as Gravehowl’s presence shifts—not away from me, but around me. A shield, instinctive and deliberate. I suck in a ragged breath and push myself upright, pain screaming through my ribs. Ethan’s hand clamps around mine instantly. “You’re bleeding,” he says, voice raw. “I know,” I whisper. “But I’m still standing.” The Architect’s attention flicks to me again, colder now. The interface persists. That error must be corrected.

Xavier’s mother had returned to his apartment to do laundry. After unbuttoning his shirt, Alice stepped aside. The doctor moved closer and leaned in. Tall and elegant, with sleek dark hair tied into a polished low bun, the doctor was beautiful. A little older, but definitely still a beauty. The doctor smiled at Xavier first. “Well,” she said smoothly. “Let’s check on our brave patient.” The doctor’s gloved hands pressed along Xavier’s chest—professional, but her gaze lingered. “Very good healing,” she murmured. “Your muscle density helps. Strong body.”

“Dr. Blanc? What kind of doctor are you?” Austin asked, turning to look at the man. The two sized each other up without offering to shake hands. After some thought, Alexander said, “Dr. Blanc, as I said before, we’re facing a critical situation, and Austin is no ordinary man. His relationship with Dominic—” Dr. Blanc raised a hand to stop Alexander and motioned it toward Austin before introducing himself, “Hello, I’m Dr. Blanc from the X Department.”

"And then say goodbye to your mate." I kneel beside Adam and uncork the vial. He grabs my wrist—weak but desperate. "Don't do this," he whispers. "Alyssa. Please." "I have to." "No—" "Yes." I press the vial to his lips. "Drink. Please, Adam. For me." He stares at me for a long, terrible moment. And then he drinks. The effect is immediate—his breathing evens out, and some of the gray leaves his face. Not healed, but stable.

I told him. “Why?” He asked. “I don’t know.” “It’s because of this Kitty, close your eyes and I will show you,” Meadow whispered. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and Meadow showed me all the vile and abusive things Ezekiel did to us months ago. She explained to me she was heartbroken that our mate did those things to her, she just wanted to die, so she went to sleep and didn’t have the urge to wake until she felt Zeek mark me. But as I continued looking at the memories of Zeek, I saw the scar on his face and realized it wasn’t Zeek at all, but Alphus.