Novel & Cerita Vander X Jayce

"Y-You listened in..." "Yes," Xander said, "you're right. We tapped Daisy's phone." With a hoarse voice, Jay yelled, "Wh-Who are you?" In his mind, he thought, 'Who has the ability to tap into other people's phones? This guy must be powerful.' Xander replied, "Answer my question." Jay could not remember what Xander had asked him. "Wh-What question?" Xander asked, "What do you plan to do to us?" Facing Xander's intense aura, Jay's legs trembled, but he still tried to play it off. "I came here tonight to pay my respects to Mrs. Renee and visit Abigail. You saw, Abigail likes me a lot because I was friends with her father."

However, what I heard last stuck with me till today. Jax did not grow weaker; his support from the family grew larger too. Grandfather admired him until his death, everything I wanted was given to him. My opinion was irrelevant as once we turned eighteen after our father passed. The council announced Jax as the next Alpha, and Zharn Meyers as his Beta. Our relationship became strained. We no longer spoke. The more glory he got, the more resentful I became. Women flocked towards him as though he was a god. People sang his praises everywhere.

Eve said and Leo shrugged. Finally the door opened and revealed Layla and Vander. I smiled when I saw them until my gaze slid down. They were holding hands. I glared for a moment but shook it off. It's fine, I thought, Van's a good guy and he won't hurt her. I know Lays and I are meant to be but if she needed to explore other options I should be glad that it's with a nice dude like Vander. I should be but jealousy is a hard thing to ignore. "Where have you two been?" Leo demanded before any of us could greet them.

Jordan is home and there is no one on earth who can love me like this girl. Jaycee & Reed's Story up next END OF PART TWO

I took a slow sip, letting the tea wash away my thoughts atleast for a second. But then I felt it,movements from the seat across from me. My breath caught. My heart stuttered, and when my eyes lifted, I felt them widen in recognition. “You…” Vander. He was sharper up close than I remembered from that night at the auction—dark hair slicked neatly back, eyes a cold steel gray that seemed to slice through the dim light. A smile curved his lips, but it wasn’t one of warmth. “Yes,” he said smoothly, settling in across from me. “And you are Bianca. We meet again, right?”