Faking It With Alpha Xavier Novels & Stories

I wasn’t thirsty, I just needed a break from him. “Sure, wait right here for me.” I nodded in response, then the moment his back was turned, I walked off to try to lose him in the crowd. “Want to sneak away?” whispered a light-hearted voice in my ear. I jumped, spinning around to find Alpha Alexander of the Bridgewater Pack. “That would be very inappropriate,” I responded, avoiding eye contact. “Relax,” he replied with a small laugh. “It was just a joke. You looked like you were trying to escape.”

"What's going on with you? You were distant since we got in the car" "I'm fine just tired, I guess" "Dude you woke up four hours ago don't fucken lie to me what's up?" "I'm nervous about the being alpha that's all, I lied" "Don't worry man you going to be fine, are you excited about finding your mate though?" he said, buying into my lies

The older man stands tall and commanding beside her. “What happened to my son?” the woman asks with a trembling voice. I swallow hard, my throat still tight. “I found him on the beach, severely injured with silver weapons in his neck and shoulder, plus a serious head wound. I did everything I could. He is stable now.” They both look at me with deep gratitude. “You saved the Alpha’s life,” the man says. “Thank you, Doctor.” Alpha? The word lands heavily. This is Jethro Northcutt — the reclusive, feared Alpha of the CreationMoon Pack. The one whispered about in hushed tones. He looks so young and heartbreakingly handsome lying there, nothing like the cruel figure in the rumors.

Now that option is no longer available. I was unable to take the chance. If she felt the pull, she might not understand it. Young wolves did not always manage mate instincts well on their first day. She could turn toward me. She could pose inquiries. She could gaze at me with those eyes like she did before when she needed something repaired. I couldn’t fake not experiencing it as well. No. I required space. I directed my focus toward a mechanic. He glanced up puzzled when I summoned him. "Bring my bike from Enid " I instructed, attempting to maintain my Alpha demeanor.

“Alex. Out.” Crane’s voice was quiet but carried the weight of a command that brooked no argument. He didn’t even look back. Alex’s jaw flexed, the dark smoke around his hands twitching once before he forced it to dissipate. For a heartbeat, something ancient flickered in his eyes—a flash of defiance, maybe fear—but he swallowed it down. “As you wish, Alpha,” he said evenly, stepping backward. Crane didn’t move, his focus still fixed on Lara.

That's all this has ever been. The fact that my heart forgot that somewhere along the way doesn't change reality. “Have you found a way?” I ask, forcing my voice to stay steady. “To fake the marking?” “Not yet.” Frustration bleeds through his words. “I've been researching, but mate markings are sacred. There's no established way to fake one convincingly.” My heart races. We have five days to figure out how to fool an entire pack of werewolves into believing their future Alpha has claimed his mate.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

“And how am I supposed to know what Darren needs to do?” I paused, thinking. Darren is smart. Darren is fun. Darren knows how to turn things around. But me? The person inside Darren? I’m not used to playing mental chess with Alphas. I’m not great at this manipulation game. But maybe... maybe it’s time to flip the table. “Yes,” I said slowly. “That is the only thing I can offer. Sex. And guess what? I’m not giving it to you.” I turned around, pretending to walk away.

Alpha Atlas is the worst human you can ever be around. Yes, he is the most powerful Alpha, rumored to have the rarest wolf—but he is unbearable. I have never laid eyes on him, yet I’ve heard enough stories, read enough fiction inspired by his character, to know why they call him Cold Fire.

Author’s POV “I don’t just like her, Alpha,” Xavier said, his voice strong and unapologetic. “I love her.” Alpha Gunnar shook his head slowly, disbelief carved deep in the lines of his face. “That girl must be some kind of witch,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for the table to hear. “Got both of you twisted up and wrapped around her little finger like puppets.”