Scout X Reader Novels & Stories

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

She needed to believe it, but she also knew it was true. Xavier held her gaze for a long moment. “He has your survival instinct,” he said. “And he has something I’ve never seen before in someone his age. He knows who he is. Whatever they tell him about himself, whatever pressure they apply, he already knows what he is. That’s not nothing.” “It’s not enough,” Aria said. “No,” Xavier admitted. “But it’s something.” The first scout returned at dawn, breathless and mud-streaked from moving fast through mountain terrain.

Axel signaled him to come nearer and sit in front of him. “What’s your name and rank?” “I-I’m Sky... and I’m a Psi,” he meekly muttered, pushing his glasses up. Axel understandingly nodded. A Psi, just like Liam. “Good evening to you too, Sky. What do you need?” “W-Well, uh, I just finished reading a book and I-I thought I’d share it with you... Alpha.” Sky gave him the book with shaking hands. He looked down on the cover and read the title: The Anthem of Lycanthropy.

Kai. ​The scout's final memory is filled with the terrifying blur of Atlas roaring to life, his silver-tipped black fur a storm that shielded her. His roar was thunderous as he tackled my scout, tearing his throat out before the powder could fully take hold. Kai's bond to the girl... it is a pull I can sense even through the dead scout's eyes, but I cannot comprehend it. It is a brilliant silver flame that actively thwarts the shadows.

The wind howled through the branches like a warning. Three days of silence. Three days of nothing. And now suddenly— We had a lead. It all seemed a little too convenient. My instincts screamed that something about this felt wrong. But Xavier didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t. Not with his mate and children out there. After nearly two hours of riding, the scout finally raised a hand. “We’re close.” The warriors slowed. Weapons were drawn. The forest grew unnaturally quiet. Only the sound of our breathing. Then— The smell hit us. Rot. Blood. Corruption.

“The Stone Bridge Pack?” But that’s… Hunter nodded, a look of disdain and resentment in his eyes. I knew that look was not directed at me. “Scarlett’s pack.” My breath hitched in my throat. My wolf growled at the thought of seeing our mate with the likes of Scarlett Tate. The more I tried to picture it, the more my blood boiled and my veins threatened to pop. “Whoa, easy, tiger,” Hunter chuckled grabbing my attention. I frowned at him. How is he taking this so lightly?

with that said, Lucia trutted back inside the packhouse. Scarlett jumped up in her seat as soon as she was in, her face lit up more than someone's who had just gotten a golden trophy would. "Yes, this will be added to my name. Scarlett Charles gains more prestige, fame and recognition by bringing the almighty Alpha Xander to the marketplace. Yayyyy...!!" With her, it was a nightmare come true. A once in a lifetime oppurtunity. ******* "You two should go ahead. I will wait here."Xander urged Lucia, coming out of the car only to lean onto it. His arms crossed over his chest, his gaze also fixated all over his phone as he ran his hands all over it.

Scouts froze mid-step, waiting for orders, knowing instinctively that Zade and Xander’s presence meant no hasty action—only calculated response. The first figure emerged fully from the tree line—a scout from Ironclad, masked and armored, weapon drawn, testing distance. Zade’s muscles coiled, not to strike, but to observe, to measure. Xander’s eyes met his, and the tension between them wasn’t just professional anymore. It was primal, raw. Both understood the danger of misstep—not only from Ironclad, but from the magnetism that had been growing stronger since that night in the archives when lines blurred between fear and desire.

"No true alpha will want a she-wolf who continually doubts her own scent." The Lead Scout always gives a strong, unyielding answer, and this sun is no different. He uses a roundabout path to point out that my current spirit is too small and broken. At the same time, his tongue avoids answering my difficult question by playing Tai Chi around it. It is not a matter of whether his own beast desires a female like me. Instead, in my current wounded state, no male would hunt for a partner who looks at her own fur with such shame. My mind almost forgot his rank inside the Vale Media Group; he rules both the Artists and the PR scouts. His responses are always unquestionable, leaving no room for anot

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.