Mordecai X Benson Novels & Stories

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

Then, turning to the man, he smiled and added, "Uncle Ben, this is Dean." Hearing the name "Uncle Ben," Dean’s heart skipped a beat, his expression betraying a flicker of unease and alertness that he couldn't hide. The mention of the man's name hit him like a bolt of lightning, slicing through his thoughts and piercing the deepest corners of Dean Harrison’s memory. Benjamin Winston. The name echoed in his mind, instantly triggering a discomfort that made him feel like he was drowning in an unfamiliar yet deeply unsettling past.

“But don’t forget Elazar! He might come out any day, then the doorway to paradise will appear! Oh, Mordecai! At least, I would be able to see the Garden of Paradise! At least I’ll be able to set foot on it before... before...” Xander begins to whiz. “Really, Prince Xander, that’s enough excitement for today!” Mordecai worriedly places a hand inside the prince’s open shirt. It glowed a pale blue as it touched his chest, just over the long scar along his sternum. “You should take some rest for now, and don’t forget your father’s orders.” “I know...” he answered softly. “Just tell him that nothing special has happened,” he sighed. “I’m thankful that he sent me here, but I have no intention to s