Traveler X Novels & Stories

Aiofe said, getting into a taxi. “Okay.” Xanthe smiled and waved. “Take care, Aiofe. Good night.” “Good night, boss,” Aiofe replied before closing the taxi door. “Is it okay, boss, that we leave early?” Maris asked, riding on his motorcycle with Levi as his passenger. “It’s getting late.” Xanthe smiled at them. “I’m fine. I can handle myself.” “Alright, boss. Take care.” “You too.” After they left, Xanthe gazed at the dark sky, waiting for a passing taxi. She hugged herself against the chill and clenched her fists. Even after seeing many therapists to help her back heal, she was still afraid of the dark.

Xander is sensitive to others. Nadhea couldn't help but want to check what information Mr. Xander got while working at Smith's company. "Does Mr. Xander know everyone working? If so, is there anyone conspicuous besides Zayn and Brittany Brown?"nadhea asked glancing at the visitors in her room not waking up from her dream.

Lorenzo questioned incredulously. “No, I’m not. It’s as evident to me as it is to you how different things could have gone if you hadn’t done what you did, but the fact that Xander was upfront about his actions rather than hiding them tells me he regrets them. This… trip isn’t as much of a vacation as it is a way to finally get closure.” Serenity looked between them with a thoughtful frown. “For the first time in our lives, nothing is standing between us. If we can make it not in survival mode, we can make it.” She smiled, finally finding the trajectory of her thoughts.

I could feel it, their attention fixed, waiting. But I didn’t give it. He had come from the Dead Lands. No one went there without a reason. And no one came back without bringing something with them. Standing here now, looking at him properly, I could see it. There was something different in his eyes. Sharper. Colder. Like whatever he went looking for, he found it. “You’re trespassing,” I continued, slower now, more deliberate. “State your reason or leave.” Xander let out a quiet breath, almost like a soft laugh, then took a step closer. Not enough to threaten, just enough to test the space between us.

Her heart, once a tight knot of anxiety and fear, felt expansive enough to hold the entire mountain. Beside her, Xander exuded a profound, anchoring calm. He was no longer the brooding, isolated Alpha who watched his pack from a high, lonely balcony. He was right in the center of the noise, his hand resting comfortably at the small of Aria's back. He exchanged a quiet, respectful nod with a refugee father holding a sleeping child, a man who had arrived at their gates expecting an execution and had found a sanctuary instead.