Homelander N Word Novels & Stories

Landon What a fucking asshole. Guys like Stellan make me glad that I’m not an Alpha. Thankfully, I know plenty of Alphas who are good people and the ones in this seating area who are all here to support Striker, Aphrodite, and Lila are perfect examples of that. “How the fuck did that guy not realize he’d be caught? They have it recorded.” Nickname asks quietly, leaning over to me. “Agreed, what a douchebag. He's not worthy of his Alpha title.”

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.

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.

Nolan said under his breath. “And what you sought there,” Landon continued, “you won’t find. Unless you want to bring shame on your father’s name because there can only be one true Alpha whom you're trying to suppress.” Nolan squeezed his eyes shut. I felt my own chest tighten with frustration. “Nolan,” I said, low and cold, “I don't understand.” But he didn't say anything. Landon turned toward me again, this time with a softer expression. Not soft with kindness but soft with pity.

Leandra says, but she is blushing and she looks so damn cute when she does. "How else do you know that I am going commando?" I ask. "Well, I could not miss it at the boutique. That thing is a monster one cannot help but seeing it," She blush. "Hmm... So you approve. Stop calling it a thing," I say. "Oh, so you have a name for it. Let me guess. Superman? Batman? Iron man?" Leandra asks. "Are you nuts? I am not naming my dick," I say. "Hmm... Don Capone," Leandra laughs.

he asked like he did not already know and I look at him scornfully. "You clean up enough" he says like his assessment was needed in the first place. "What has that got to do with anything?" Alder asks and Landon's eyebrows reach into his hairline. "Dude it has everything to do with it. You know it typically makes you an ex convict of some sort. Not to mention an Alpha that has been stripped of his Crown, his Throne and his Pack. Just wow" Landon says and Alder is about to hit him when he stops to the sound of me laughing.

years old) LANDER- An aggressive, cocky and territorial Shifter with a responsibility to his Clan and his father to protect and serve his Clans Men. A Guardian. Third oldest of the Brothers. Described as Homophobic with a penchant for sneering, mean spirited jokes and a dangerous temper. A leopard with very little love or care for those outside of his family and a fierce protector of his home. A no nonsense individual, with a hard personality and the supernatural ability to invade the thoughts of others. (Tall, average build, handsome, dark green angry eyes, and sharp blond hair, ? years old)

"You really have to ask me that question? Did you think I would never find out you touched my mate?" Dagger's eyes went wide with the implication of Leander's words. He was quick to defend himself. "You've shared all of your shewolves in the past! I didn't think she was any different. You said it yourself. She was nothing more than your little whore!" Leander didn't cringe this time. Instead, he snapped, "Yes. I said she was my little whore. Mine! And you haven't heard me refer to her as a whore in over two and a half years!"

“Go. Home. Hunter.” “This isn’t a game!” Hunter shouted. “I know about Nathan Vanderbilt. He’s not just trouble. He’s a death wish, and if you think you have anything that can stand up to him, you’re wrong.” Noah jerked his arm from Hunter’s grasp. “I already warned you I’m in a bad mood. Tellin’ me what to do right now isn’t too smart.” “This ranch is all we have, and I won’t let you ruin it. You can’t risk our livelihood just to see her, Noah.”

“Because she’s soft and bright like the moon.And my brothers are Leon, like a lion and Atlas, like the world. ‘Cause Daddy says strong men protect those they love.” Nathaniel’s breath left him in a slow, broken exhale. Daddy. She called Alexander Langston Daddy. Not him. Never him. The words tasted like acid that left a vile taste in his mouth. His chest tightened, not sharply, not suddenly, but like iron slowly closing around his ribs.