Faking It With Alpha Xavier Novels & Stories

Xander said slowly, his tone caught between caution and disbelief, “what are you doing?” “I’m giving you a choice,” Xavier said, straightening to his full height. His voice was quiet now, but it filled the room. “You can make me Alpha, call off the arrest, and purge the council of its rot.” He paused. His gaze swept the room like a blade. “Or,” he said, his tone hardening, “I’ll release every letter, every name, every filthy deal you’ve made with enemies who would see us burn. And when that happens, you won’t just lose your power, you’ll lose your heads.”

An Alpha. Finally free.

“No. No. No. That is very impossible. It can’t happen. Even in a thousand years.” “Say something Frost,” Lona smiled. “You’ve been talking about it all day.” Xavier bit his lips in anger. That stupid bitch, Angela! She had told Lona everything they discussed. To think that she was enjoying his stories. “What are you not telling me?” Jaime frowned. “What is it Frost?” “My Lord,” Xavier bowed. “I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.” “Talk before making promises,” Jaime barked. Xavier was shocked at how quickly his mood had changed and he knew he had to start talking immediately or the fake relationship he had been trying to build with the Alpha would come crashing down.

Xavier said as he retreated from me and went to Alpha Alex, shaking hands with him. "Hi Xavier. It's been a while. Seems you were captivated by a lady and couldn't even say hi to your friend first," Alpha Alex spoke loudly, glancing at me to see if I was listening. I pretended as if I hadn't heard anything. "Well, she looks like a butterfly, and I just couldn't pass by a beautiful butterfly without saying hello, you know," Alpha Xavier replied, glancing back at me. "Well, just be careful with her. She's now my mistress," Alpha Alex cleared his throat, returning to his seat.

Until with that very difficult movement, James tried very hard to get up and also stand up from his sitting position there, and froze in that position right now. “I don't even need a hint of sympathy from you, Xavier. All the werewolves in this Blood Moon Pack are fake. Those werewolves... they're all as fake as you. You say that you are Alpha? I should also be able to become the Alpha in this Blood Moon Pack! I also have the same rights as you! But what? I can't even enter this pack using my own name! I am also Hayes!” Brak. With a quick movement, Alpha Xavier hit the iron prison in front of him using both of his palms there. That instantly made the prison iron bend and imprint Alpha Xavier

"I’m sure." The black-market healer tried to persuade me one last time. "But this is the Silver Moon Pack’s highest Alpha mark. Countless she-wolves dream of bearing this claim. If you wash it off, you’ll lose all your privileges within the territory. You’ll be treated as a packless Rogue." "I want to be a Rogue." I lay down on the cold operating table. "Please, just get on with it." "Very well. Once the procedure is done, I’ll inject you with a high-grade Alpha Scent Masker—it will completely cloak your natural scent for a week. The Alpha won’t suspect a thing."

"This specific six inches of gym floor belongs to you?" "For the next twenty minutes, yes." "Bold claim." "Accurate claim." One of his teammates, a tall guy named Derek who Ava vaguely recognized from the team roster, laughed, and Mason's expression shifted slightly in the way it did when he had an audience, something settling into place, the performance switching on with the smoothness of a habit so practiced it no longer registered as effort.

My Enforcer Xavier bowed then ran to the dungeons. He seemed really excited to carry it out. I could hear Marks confusion and screams which were music to my ears. If I had met her back then, if he had brought her home here, so much would be different. The fact that he actually tried to kill her and cover it up is another level of what burns the rage inside of me. Not even humans would tolerate that so, why should I? My Gamma Hector stopped me with a puzzled look “Alpha, you have only just returned, where are you going?”

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I felt like I was flying. As our kisses became deeper and more intense, Alec suddenly pulled away and looked into my eyes. In a low, growling voice, he called me "mate," and I could feel a shiver run down my spine. Something about the way he said it, with such possession and intensity, made me feel both scared and aroused. Then, without warning, he pressed his lips to my neck and left a mark, a claiming symbol of his ownership. I gasped in shock, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he continued to kiss and nip at my skin.

He always did. Being the Alpha of a hidden wolf pack did not come with the option of personal inconvenience. His father had made that clear before Lucian was old enough to understand what it meant, and by the time he did understand, the lesson had already become part of him, not a rule he followed but a shape he had grown into. Lead. Protect. Rule. Those were the words Magnus Voss used. What they meant, Lucian had learned through watching, was simpler: carry it all without letting anyone see the weight.