Shepard X Garrus Novels & Stories

he said, gritting his teeth. When Guilia sensed some tension between both men, she knew Xavier had come to her rescue, and she was relieved. Seeing him step up for her was the one thing that made him sexy, and it made her want to shove this man away, leaving room for only her and Xavier. “I was going to hold myself, but hearing what you plan on doing will get you a bullet to your chest from me,” he said, and she swallowed hard. How could she forget? Xavier was her father’s mate, and the only language they spoke was gunshots. She prayed deep down that it wouldn’t resort to violence.

he growled. The guards that were around the waiting room surrounded us, drawing out their weapons. Xavier growled at them, his eyes turning into his deadly shade of red. He and Jake may both be alphas, but Xavier was older, and stronger than he could ever imagined. It would take him nothing to wipe out everyone in the room within seconds. “Xavier, please let him go”

Warriors frozen mid-leap, their silver armor turning brittle and shattering as the Syndicate soldiers moved in with heavy hydraulic hammers. "No!" I slammed my fist against the console. "They’re using our own environment against us!" From the command deck of the drill, a figure emerged. Sarah stood on the observation platform, protected by a dome of Null-Glass. She was wearing a headset, her face twisted in a smirk of pure, vengeful triumph.

, the girls quickly agreed. That night after the pups were settled and asleep in their nursery Xander and Xavier were talking about who would be the children’s bodyguards. They decided that they only trusted Shane to be Loralei’s bodyguard. She was there precious little girl, they didn't want anyone near her. There were a pair of twin warriors, they are only eighteen but they are strong, they have Gamma blood in them, their fighting skills are as good as the older warriors. The twin warriors, Nick and Rick will be the bodyguards for Adonis and Ares.

What the hell is going on? Xander glares at Garrett and beckons to his towering, muscular bodyguard to come over and handle him. “Get him out of here and tape his fucking mouth shut whilst I decide best way to handle this.” The bodyguard nods and manhandles Garrett who thinks twice about fighting him, instead he gives in.

With a tense expression, she replied, "What do you want to ask me?" Gerrard narrowed his eyes, "Does that sewer rat have anything to do with Xavier Meyer? Have they ever interacted to the point where Xavier protects him?"

By the time Aurelia realized she’d been tricked, the storeroom was empty. I was already moving, swift and sure, Kael muffled against my shoulder. A shadow detached itself from the far wall, Xander Potts, loyal little hound. His eyes gleamed in the torchlight. “You’ve got him?” he hissed. “Yes,” I sneered. “Now clear the path.” He did, like the obedient dog he was, cutting down a guard who had the misfortune of stumbling into our path. For a moment, I almost admired his devotion. Almost.

Except the way that gun was now aimed at something that couldn’t even understand what was happening. “Stop.” Xander’s voice cut in again. Sharper. Closer to something dangerous. “Put it down.” Gjarpri didn’t move. Didn’t lower it. Didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, watching him with something like fascination. “Now this,” he said softly, “this is the reaction I was expecting.” My breath came in short, broken bursts, my entire body trembling as I stared at that gun, unable to look away, unable to think—

It was the final transfer of history, the handing over of the map to a world that no longer needed to be fought for, only maintained. Beside Aria, Xander was perfectly still. His massive presence was a familiar, comforting wall against the shifting energy of the crowd. He wore the simple dark tunic of a guardian rather than the heavy furs of a ruling warlord. His golden eyes were fixed with unwavering, almost painful intensity on the center of the shrine. Through the mate bond, Aria could feel the profound, staggering depth of his pride. It was a warm, rushing current that brought a sudden sting of tears to her own eyes.

she says. I offer a soft smile. “And these are my seven generals,” Warrick says. “You already met Alexis, Beck, and your brother Victor. Part of my generals are also your other brother, Garret.” He waves over a man with light brown hair, almost blond, cut short but still wavy. He has dark eyes and is undeniably handsome. Victor is too, but Garret feels less intimidating, even though he doesn’t look very happy right now. “You already met Serge. He is also one of my generals.”