Lucianne And Xander Novel Novels & Stories

“Stay away from Lucia.” Her lips parted as if to reply— “Hunter.” Lucia’s voice cut through the air and I turned immediately. She stood at the end of the hallway, arms crossed and eyes sharp like she was annoyed. There was something else too, something darker. “You’re late,” she remarked pointedly. “We had plans.” Juliana glanced between us, something unreadable crossing her face. I walked past Juliana without another word and stopped in front of Lucia. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “Let’s go.” Juliana watched us walk away, her smile gone.

“Each is laced with wolfsbane and silver, strong enough to kill even the strongest of wolves. It might take a few bullets to permanently put down a Lycan, but it is just as effective…” As much as I loved the look and sound of what I was seeing and hearing, I couldn’t help but feel a strange way in my head. Xena was a peace-loving person. I didn’t think she would approve of this plan… “Have you told Xena about this?” I whispered and he slowly turned his wheelchair to look at me. “Anna, let me tell you a story…” he began joining his hands together in front of him. My heart skipped a beat and I hoped whatever he had to was something that would not hurt Xena because I couldn’t be in support of i

Her voice sounds just as exhausted as it did in her mind. “Please call me Devin,” I say. “And I’m Xander,” he says, sitting on my lap as we talk on the phone. It was an almost unconscious thing for him to sit there, but I couldn’t be happier by the small intimacy. “Then I am Lucille.” she replies, a hint of a smile in her voice. “I hear that you, Xander, don’t quite know what to make of our little visitation last night.” “Wait, so it’s true? We have another mate? There will be a war? The Goddess promised to heal my mom?” At the last, Xander’s breath catches and I see tears in his eyes. I pull his head down and kiss him softly.

Something that didn’t reek of blood, fate, or longing. Then I saw her. Luciana. The blonde girl stood by the Humanities building, her long white coat practically glowing under the morning light. She looked too perfect, too polished—like she stepped out of a fashion magazine instead of a campus buried under dissertations and cold coffee. And she wasn’t alone. Xander. For a second, it felt like the blood in my veins stopped flowing. Luciana was gripping his hand. Tight. Her face tense, her red lips moving rapidly like she was demanding something from him. I was too far away to hear her, but her expression said enough—anger, desperation.

Xander smiled at this and as he walked out, he instructed the guards to serve them their meals before walking away. As soon as Xander got into the room, Lucia dramped his body against hers, and slammed her lips on his uncontrollably. This addiction is so driving her crazy. * * The End; And they live happily ever after.

“Your arrogance never ceases to amaze me, Alexander. Lena is not yours to own. She’s not a possession. She is… mine. Always has been. And you? You’re nothing more than a distraction.” I flinched at the words, the venom in Lucian’s tone. My stomach twisted. This was spiraling out of control. “Lucian, please!” I tried to interject, my voice small, fragile. “Can we just—stop?” “No! You’re here with him, pretending it’s all normal, like you’ve forgotten about me!” Lucian shouted, his chest rising and falling, his fists curled by his sides. “You think I wanted any of this?” Xander snapped back, stepping forward, his own voice dangerous now. “You think I’m some kind of replacement? Lena chose me t

Xander’s pov Disgust. That was the first thing I felt after that night. Disgust at him……Disgust at myself. Watching my mate pleasure himself like some needy human boy should have repulsed me. Instead, I had joined him. I had lost control and let the bond twist my body into wanting what I should never want. I had come harder than I had in years. The shame burned so I called Helena and she arrived within the hour, like she always did. Helena had never denied me. She is a tall, lethal, insatiable wolf who understood hunger and never questioned mine. I took her to bed and buried myself in her until dawn.

~LUNA~ I delayed downstairs, pretending to be invested in the channel playing on the television while in reality, I was waiting for Xander to be done with his brother so we could talk. He didn't mention the exact time frame for the talk we were supposed to have, but I wanted to know what was wrong with him. Why did he seem so closed off and angry, his eyes losing their earlier sparks? The curiosity was so deep-rooted that I didn't consider the option of going upstairs to freshen up— at least to wash off the touch of that human stain off my body.

"You’re in deep, aren’t you?" I frowned. “What the hell does that mean? “You’re talking about Xander as if he’s your knight in shining armor,” Sarah teased. "I mean, really. The big bad Lycan King, coming in to rescue his damsel in distress?” “I am NOT a damsel in distress,” I protested. “Uh-huh,” she said, not quite convinced. “But I suppose he killed the guy, right?”

I was seething in anger, wanting to kill someone, but closed my eyes to calm myself down. It seems that I need to talk to Carl and arrange for Lucian to get out of the pack and live somewhere else. I don’t want Lucian anywhere around my company and pack. I stiffened when I smelled a very familiar scent from my past life. “Wow!!!! So you rejected your mate to marry Xander, huh? The esteemed future alpha Xyla Thorne is in reality nothing but a gold-digger and an opportunist, huh?” I slowly opened my eyes and craned my neck in her direction.