Garrus X Shepard Novels & Stories

Deliver her to my father for execution. She came around the corner carrying a basket of herbs, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders. The moment our eyes met, the world tilted. Mate. The recognition slammed through me like lightning. This girl, this target I was supposed to destroy, was my destined mate. Her eyes widened, and I knew she felt it too. That impossible pull, that sense of coming home. "Hi," she said, and her voice was soft, nervous. "You're the new guard, right? Xavier?"

Xander's POV Hearing the gunshots, I swiftly turned around, my gun clenched tightly in my hands, ready to defend myself and my men. To my dismay, I found them sprawled on the ground, incapacitated, while Xavier stood tall beside them, a smirk of satisfaction etched on his face. The revelation shook me to my core. My own cousin, the perpetrator of such a betrayal? I had spared his life once; was this the gratitude I received in return?

If they don’t live up to expectations, then they are disposed of. Next were the base soldiers, the higher up soldiers, their ranking soldiers, and finally his Gamma vs Rowan. Rowan had always been a skilled fighter, stronger than fast, but he clearly favors his left side and often left his right exposed. When we were younger he sustained an injury to his left, so it made sense for him to cover it subconsciously. I smiled at him as he won, his love for me was pure, and his light brown eyes gleamed towards me in pride, if only he had accepted that I wasn’t his, this could all be so different. “You’re not going to fight?” I asked Garrett timidly.

I put the phone on speaker and set it on the coffee table in front of us. “Go ahead, Xavier. We’re ready.” “Alright, Alpha Zak. I’m handing you to Alpha Gael now.” There are a few seconds of jostling and then a deeper voice with a heavy Spanish accent begins to speak. “Hello, Alpha Zak, this is Alpha Gael Guia. You are there with your mates, correct?” “Hello Alpha Gael. Yes, my mates are here. I’m so glad that you called.” “Have you had your meeting with the Blue Crescent Pack yet?”

“Wait. They’re here.” Sure enough, there they were, Jimin, and the warriors behind him dragging the defeated spies back. And Rhea was walking right beside Jimin. She gasped as soon as she saw Xavier and ran forward, in relief and excitement. Xavier moved forward to meet her halfway, throwing his arms around her in a warm hug. “You have no idea how relieved I am to see you… I thought those fuckers had dragged you off to Ghost. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, it’s my fault and—”

They cased the building from two blocks off, mapped the guards by their ID tags and custom haircuts, noted the twitchy way the Collective’s new leader paced the perimeter inside, a clear tell for nerves. Carolina did most of the talking once they slipped in, posing as last-chance truants. She braided a story about hackers and runaways so seamless it took Xander half a minute to realize she’d added new aliases for both of them. Sisko, smaller than Xander remembered and now patched with cheap dermal tattoos, let them in and led them to the kitchen, where a pot steamed with synthetic stew. “Didn’t think you’d turn up,” Sisko said, voice thicker but still adolescent, strobe-light flitting from w

She swallowed hard. “Follow me. Keep your head down,” she added, already grabbing her jacket. We found them in the frost-covered yard, two figures moving active in combat training. Charlotte signaled them over. They were closed of at first, their expressions were guarded, until I revealed just enough of the photographs. Their attitude changed almost immediately. The meeting was brief, stark, no words wasted. Gehenna, the pack’s most decorated scout, and Sireh, a warrior of few words but fierce resolve, stared at the images.

She could hear animalistic sounds coming from outside and while she was glad that they had not been killed, she wasn’t so sure about this time. She could hear the snapping of bones and she knew that the fight got more serious than it was before. Right outside, Alpha Xander stood above Alpha Norman. “Spare me please.” He begged. Xander wanted to spare him so he could be an example to other Alphas who wanted to be over ambitious. He needed to remind them that this was his territory and nothing happened without his permission. But then he looked at the three girls whose lifeless bodies lay in the grass. He made up his mind.

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.

Beside Sommy stood four highly regarded members of the young Alpha nobility: Garrick Moonclaw, Seraphina Ravenshade, Nyoka Ashfang, and Kairo Duskwalker. Garrick was a rising warrior from the southern borders, famous for his heroics during the border skirmishes. Seraphina was an exceptionally skilled rogue-hunter who recently partnered with Garrick on a successful border clearance. The pack rumors kept trying to pair them as fated mates, though Seraphina made a point to treat him like a mere battle-brother to avoid pack gossip.